Chapter thirty-three
Amaya’s heart raced as tense silence choked the air from the room.
Levi’s anger heated their bond and a part of her wanted to soothe him, but the other part enjoyed the dark energy riding through her mate.
She waited on someone to break the silence that had descended, but none of the Collective members murmured a single sound.
Hell, they were stock still, all eyes on the border mage on the floor.
Levi waved his hand and the door to the throne room opened.
Three people walked in, two males and a female between them.
Amaya knew they were border mages as they were the only supernaturals that she knew who mated in a triads.
All three glowed with power. The woman’s steps were regal as she sauntered to the front of the room.
The two males towered over her, their bodies bulky and strong.
They were protective of the woman, their touch gentle as they guided her through the Collective.
The male to the right of the woman stepped forward, handsome with his salt and pepper hair in a low cut with deep waves.
“Nathanial Latham, you are now the leader of the border mages and will serve as such on the Collective. Do you accept?” Levi announced, his voice uncompromising.
The male lowered his head, his mates following suit. “I accept.”
Levi relaxed minutely at the male’s acceptance. “Now, that’s done. Are there any other objections, any other business we have to attend to? Any other members who would like to lose their positions?”
There wasn’t another sound made in the room. Levi smiled, his fangs glinting in the light. A shiver of need went through Amaya. An ache built low in her belly at the way his power crackled around him.
Levi leaned back in his throne, his posture that of a lazy lion. Powerful even in his repose. He grabbed Amaya’s hand and brought it up to his mouth, kissing her wrist.
“I thank y’all for attending the ascension of the King of the South. I’ll see y’all next month.” He waved them away, his masked enforcers entering to clear the bodies and escort the Collective members from the room and the compound.
Amaya barely waited until the last body left the room before she straddled her mate’s lap, her body overheated. Levi’s arrogant words had her clit thumping against the seat of her panties. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
“You had two men killed in front of your mate, King,” she whispered against his lips.
He reached down between them and sliced through the seam of her pants. “Is that why you’re leaking for me?”
He bit her bottom lip and it fed the hunger building in Amaya.
A needy moan was her answer to his question.
They weren’t making it to their bedroom before she had to have him.
She wanted him here, in this place where he had so easily wielded power.
It would be a bit of a full circle moment.
Here in this room was where her life had been torn from her control.
Who could’ve predicted that she would be in the arms of the King of the Bayi willingly, and with full abandon?
“Need you,” she whispered, fighting to get into his pants.
“And you’ll have me, baby doll.” He leaned back so she could unzip him.
She sighed in pleasure the moment she freed his dick, feeling the firmness fill her hand. Her mate’s hands gripped her waist and lifted her to give her space to straddle her prize. Sliding her panties to the side, she raised a little more and threw her head back as Levi entered her.
Amaya sucked in a breath and instead of moving, she reveled in the feel of the burn as his dick filled her. Soon though, it was not enough; she needed to move. Starting a slow grind, Amaya connected their lips, their hungry kisses intensifying the emotions.
Moving her hips in a figure eight motion, she slid up and down on his dick, flexing her walls around his erection.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, her stomach tightening as his head hit the back of his throne.
Levi fucked her from below, his hips driving upward to push into her leaking pussy as his hands found purchase on her waist. Amaya bit her lips, focused on the sexy faces he made as he lost himself in their pleasure.
It gave her a sense of power that she could control the desire of this influential man.
Possessiveness and pride took root in her heart and Amaya didn’t balk from it, instead indulging in the raging emotions.
The King of the Bayi was hers, and she would allow nothing or no one to get in the way of that.
Levi pulled from their kiss and nudged her chin to the side.
Knowing what her mate wanted, Amaya tilted her head.
She slowed their pace, anticipating his bite.
A moan slipped from her and her nipples pressed into his chest, rubbing against him with their slow motions.
He growled in hunger and gave her no warning before he struck.
He bit deep, sucking on her neck with ravenous pulls.
The pain quickly morphed into pleasure and her pussy clenched tight.
As she neared her peak, her walls spasmed around his dick.
Levi tightened his grip on her waist and fucked into her with strong, sure strokes.
Amaya was sent reeling into orgasm as he drove into her with increasing intensity, chasing his own.
Their arms wrapped around each other tightly, her body locked in place as waves of pleasure had her channel pulsing.
Levi came behind her but still, he fed from her, gorging himself.
Amaya held his head to her neck, perfectly content to give her mate everything.
His erection twitched inside of her and she rocked her hips as another wave of pleasure filled her.
He kept his dick seated deeply as he pulled his teeth from her neck and licked her skin closed.
With a sigh, he nuzzled into her neck, breathing in deeply, relishing their connected bodies.
“I love you,” was his drunken answer.
She chuckled. “Glutton.”
“It’s your fault,” he murmured against her skin. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
“I love you, King,” she told him, resting her forehead against his.
“When I step, you step?”
“Every time,” she promised him. “I’m so proud of you, Levi.”
He hummed and his pleasure filled their bond. They sat in silence, holding each other tight until Amaya remembered something. She couldn’t help the laugh that shook her shoulders.
“What are you laughing at?” was his drowsy question.
“I’m just remembering all the shit you talk to me.” She kissed him. “But you were right. I love it over here.”
His smile covered his face. “I might tell you a story, but I’ll never tell you a lie.”
The laugh they shared was cathartic. Amaya realized that with Levi taking over the Collective, they wouldn’t have to look over their shoulders any longer. She and her mom were finally safe, and she had Levi to thank for that.
“Never thank me for doing what I’m supposed to,” he murmured against her neck.
Her cheeks hurt from smiling. Life was funny. She came to Levi a prisoner to his impulsive whim, and now she was officially Queen of the South.