Epilogue #2
I sigh and look up at him. Mark is wearing curved Elven leather shoulder armour, fastened with straps across his chest, that enhances his rower’s physique.
Tracing a finger down the front of his naked torso, I relish the friction of his chest hair against my skin, and I need to bite my lip to keep from drooling.
My boyfriend, the sexy Elven warrior king.
“You look so hot right now you might have to take this thing off me again so I can jump you,” I say.
“Who knew I’d make such a perfect elf?” He flicks the greyish-blond wig over his shoulder, batting his eyelashes.
“You can joke, but I’m not. I’ve drawn you like this a few times.”
“Why haven’t I seen it?”
“It’s explicit,” I say, winking.
He shakes his head. “Again, why haven’t I seen it? So you’re into me with these?” He moves a hand up and touches one of his prosthetic ears, following the curve of it until it tapers off.
I nod.
“All of it. We have some exploring to do after this event,” I say.
“Why after?” he asks in that rumble of his, and with those darkening eyes, I’m certain his cock is growing under that heavy leather warrior loincloth. The thought of having sex with this god of a man dressed as a barbarian-looking elf makes me struggle to keep my composure.
“We don’t have time to get out of these costumes now.”
I whimper, wishing I was wrong.
His thumbs circle the sensitive skin along the front of my hips, so close to where I want him to go next. I press myself against him, as if that will help us get out the door.
A moan escapes me, and his grip tightens.
“We make time,” he growls and twirls me around, bending me over the end of the bed. I lean down on my forearms, arse in the air, and the need in me grows while he finds the nearly invisible split of the bodice under my belt.
“Careful with the costume,” I say before he can rip it off me, as he’s known to do.
He pulls the bottom part of my bodice down.
“You fucking beauty,” he rasps from behind me, grasping my thighs and kissing my exposed pussy. I cry out when his strong tongue finds the neediest spots.
“No time,” I breathe. “I want you inside me, and I want to watch.”
He shifts me to lean on the side of the bed so I can see us in the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the opposite wall. I bite my bottom lip at the sight of him. The dark leather straps and pauldrons, and the kilt-looking warrior loincloth. He’s every wet fantasy I ever had—before I met him.
My Mark. In a sexy Elven costume, just for me.
He undoes me regardless of what he wears, but knowing the love behind this gesture, it takes my breath away.
He lifts his heavy costume, the leather creaking as he forces it up, and finds my slick entrance with his cock. As always, he’s conscious of his size; he’s careful, but I push back against him, allowing him to fill me up on the first thrust.
“Fuck me like a barbarian,” I say, and bite down, knowing I’ll feel this deep in my body. He thrusts into me, and I cry out as he stretches me out. His hands are firm on my hips, pushing and pulling me back and forth onto his length while he thrusts against me for maximum impact.
“Careful what you wish for, little elf,” he growls, as he keeps driving into me.
I’m about to come apart simply from looking at him. The way his biceps and pecs flex under those leather straps when he pulls me towards him. That intense look on his face.
Leaning down further, I push my arse closer to him, and the angle is perfect.
“Right there,” I breathe.
He thrusts into me.
Hard.
Good.
His cock rubs and hits the right spots inside me again, and again. Just as I need it. His strained grunts and the slapping of skin against skin fuel my fire. The warm sensation spreads from my middle, and I watch him in the mirror while the heat intensifies.
I moan, and I know I’m loud. It’s too good to contain.
And I know it turns him on to no end.
The pleasure he gives me explodes into my bloodstream, my arms give in and I feel him losing control behind me, holding on to my hips, slamming into me, making me cry out with every thrust into my sensitive spots.
The ride from Mark’s flat to The Orion feels too short. I’m still throbbing from our quickie when we arrive.
We’re just in time for this year’s main event.
Starting on the red carpet, we show off our costumes with the other guests.
The whole of Infinio Games have been invited, alongside the board members, new investors, potential investors, even competitors.
And one hundred lucky subscribers won the chance to play with the Infinio team at this big augmented reality gaming night.
It’s the biggest happening in London this year. Aiden has turned down huge celebrities to allow the Infinio team to join; Mark didn’t want to exclude anyone. Instead, Aiden auctioned tickets for upcoming events and has been raking it in. Together, these two are unstoppable.
I’m elated because we’re going to spend an evening dressed as characters I’ve invented.
We’re elves, my elves, in custom-designed outfits that match my art and the game.
Mark’s eyes tell me he loves what he sees when his gaze drags over me, and there’s a tick in his jaw that reveals how badly he wants to take me somewhere private again. He’s insatiable, and I love it.
It’s been a year since we got together, since the billboard.
And I’ve never been happier.
The red carpet is busy, the paparazzi are here, and probably whoever is behind What Happens in Mayfair, who haven’t changed their tune at all. They’ve grown, if anything, and are working their way through the billionaires of London.
Well, they can stuff it for all I care. Mark and I don’t give a shit anymore. We have no secrets. Nothing to hide. Not from each other or from the world. I know his friends don’t feel the same as they’ve felt the heat this year, but Mark and I are over it.
Finally, in front of the entrance of The Orion, I can soak up the grandeur of the design team’s work. They’ve truly outdone themselves. The entire outside is a likeness of the world Horace and I created for the game.
It’s stunning.
There are wildflowers on the bottom, climbing ivy growing up the side and the rest has been made to look like a ruin, with wildflowers growing from the cracks and the windows.
It’s World Builder.
I can’t wait for everyone, including the press that’s invited inside, to finally see my art. The walls of the entire first floor are covered in the story I’ve come up with, and inspired by Horace’s changes to the game version.
The elves draw magic from nature, but they live in synergy as long as they use the magic for good.
Kindness breeds kindness, and that’s how they rebuild their world.
The game is wildly popular for encouraging players to use their artistic skills alongside defeating evil on their way through harsh landscapes.
Mark’s AR addition to it has taken it through the roof.
Suffice to say, it’s been a success. And the crowd gathered outside the club reflects that.
“Oh wait,” Mark says, and stops me on the red carpet.
“What is it?”
Cameras flash in the twilight, but I pay them no further attention, because I turn around and there’s Mark on one knee.
I gasp.
My heart beats so hard, my eyes focus in on the love of my life on one knee in front of me, and the rest of the world falls away.
Mark lifts a hand, showing a purple velvet box.
So he’s seriously doing this?
While half-naked in an elf costume?
This is him proving himself all over again, but he doesn’t have to.
This is not our first night out together.
Although I can always feel his eyes on me in that way (the way that says, ‘that’s my girlfriend you’re looking at’), I also know he does it with love.
Not lurking as a possessive arsehole, but showing me that he supports me.
I have no concerns. He’s everything to me.
Mark’s beautiful lips move, and I don’t have to hear what he says. It’s clear.
“Marry me.”
Classic Mark. Less is more.
“I love you,” he says, and now his deep voice cuts across the roaring of the onlookers, and the simplicity and intensity of the declaration—although I’ve heard it many times over the last year—hits me hard.
I know he means it with every fibre of his being, as he’s said before, and it’s clear from his tone, his fiery gaze, the way his Adam’s apple works as he cranes his neck to look at me, and the slight sheen to his eyes.
I don’t know what my face has been doing this whole time, but I can taste the salty tears as they roll into the side of my mouth, and I laugh.
My body is so full of emotion, I’m trembling and the butterflies are wreaking havoc on my insides.
I fall to my knees in front of him and throw my arms around him, hugging him so tightly my muscles strain—I just can’t get close enough.
“Rey, you’re strangling me,” he croaks.
I release my grip and pull back to look at him. “Sorry!”
“Does that mean yes?”
“Of course, and you knew it.”
I let my hands drop to his waist, looking down at the box still closed in his hand.
“I was hopeful,” he says, smirking.
There was never any doubt in his mind. Arrogant arse.
He opens the purple box in front of me, and the cameras go wild around us, eager to capture the ring the billionaire gives his future wife.
I gape at it.
Contrasting the black velvet interior of the box is a blue stone in a silver setting. White gold? Platinum? And what is this stone? It’s vivid.
Mark takes it out of the box.
“It’s inspired by a ring called the Robin Hood,” he says, grinning. “But I had the designer add a diamond halo to protect the London blue topaz. It reminded me of you when I saw it.”
“I love it. I love you,” I breathe, and he puts it on my finger. He returns the gorgeous box it came in to a leather pouch strung around his warrior loincloth. Sneaky man, I thought that was part of the costume.
“You make me the happiest man.” He grins. That Mark smile that takes my breath away and soaks my knickers at the same time. “Can’t wait to call you my wife,” he rumbles into my ear, holding my hand in his between us, and it makes me shiver.
His lips find mine, and the fact that we’re both scantily clad elves, on our knees, in front of a growing audience, doesn’t faze either of us. His soft lips against mine make all my nerve-endings come to life simultaneously, and they always will.
THE END