10. Chapter 10
Camille
Istared over where Josiah had just stood. I had blinked and he was just… gone.
Where the hell did he just go?
“Well, that reunion didn’t go very well,” Veshkru deadpanned.
“No one knew he would actually live through the bond severing,” Kresh admitted. "I mean, we all thought he was dead. It's not like any of this is routine."
I looked over to Jerrod and saw the fist sized bruise spreading across his jaw. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” he answered quickly. “I probably deserved that.”
“He would still be that parasite if we hadn’t made the call we did,” I said trying to justify the decision, mostly to myself, if I were being honest.
“Everything okay in here?” a man asked from the door, shock written all over his already large and unusually wide eyes.
It was like he just appeared out of thin air.
He was just like everyone else here, but had much more lean muscle than the others.
He obviously spent a lot of time training.
He was wearing nothing but a pair of silk pants made out of thin pearly material.
He was barefoot and I quickly realized that he only had three toes on his feet.
“We are fine,” Jade said in their native tongue.
“Is King Kian back now? Time is running out for all of us,” Jerrod stated.
“I will bring you to him now,” the man said. “I am the King's guard, Ansel. He is waiting for you. This way, please.”
We walked into a large room where The King sat lazily on his throne.
The intricate patterns of the royal chair flowed around the contours and shimmered oddly from the prismatic sheen that this world displayed so well.
His bald head gleamed underneath his jagged iridescent crown that was perched unevenly on his head, hanging dramatically to the left.
I couldn't fathom how it even stayed on his smooth head.
Unlike my memories of Roman and his very fit physique, King Kian was ample and pudgy, which seemed very difficult after seeing so many of his subjects—many of which were very thin and almost too scrawny.
The man must’ve been well fed and probably didn't go out much.
I couldn't see him on a battlefield or protecting anything, even himself.
He looked at us with an uninterested expression and sighed in an annoyed manner. We were clearly upsetting his routine of sitting a lot, if I were to wager a guess.
“Councilor, it has been many ages. What brings you to my little slice of paradise?” The King asked in a haughty tone.
I instantly couldn’t stand this asshole.
I rolled my eyes at his nonchalance and disrespectful tone with my mate.
I had a feeling he was going to be hard to work with, and even worse, he was going to make this visit less than enjoyable.
I thought that Roman was a pompous prick, but The King made him look a hell of a lot better from where I was currently standing.
“We’ve come with some unfortunate news and we are in dire need of aid,” Jerrod conveyed.
“I’m listening,” The King said as he stared at his fingernails like they were the most interesting thing he’d seen all day.
“The Gilarian are back,” Jerrod stated plainly, giving nothing but the simple facts.
The King gasped dramatically, as did his personal guard and the several members standing at attention around the room.
“You must jest,” he said as he awkwardly laughed. “An interesting joke, surely.”
“Not a joke in the slightest,” I said in an irritated tone, unable to soften the very obvious eye roll I couldn't hold back, yet again.
Jerrod shot me a look of disapproval. “Your Majesty, I would never joke about something this critical. It’s a really long story, but the leader is back and he’s out for blood this time. We are fairly certain they are continuing their mission to destroy everything in their path again.”
“And where is this infestation occurring? Surely there isn’t a place weak enough to allow such a monstrosity to happen so easily,” The King professed.
“You’d think,” I said under my breath in a very obvious cough.
Jerrod looked over at me slowly with a scolding gaze. “A planet we regularly bond to, has such a populous… unfortunately. They aren’t even aware other worlds exist outside of their own.”
The King quipped, “Ah, yes, the unintelligent skin sacks we’ve been warning you lot against. Clearly they weren’t ready for the likes of our higher life forms.”
I sucked in a deep breath in annoyance and Jerrod quickly grabbed my hand in deterrence. He eyed me sharply with those stark teal eyes and I found myself lost for a moment in them as they momentarily distracted me away from the conversation.
“Is there an issue with the female next to you,” The King said in curiosity.
“My mate happens to be one of those ‘unintelligent skin sacks’, so you will have to forgive her. You have successfully offended her multiple times since we’ve been in your presence,” Jerrod said edgily.
The King then proceeded to loudly belly laugh at my expense.
He laughed so hard that he cradled his large stomach as it wobbled around animatedly.
The guy must have undoubtedly had a death wish, because I wasn’t sure how much more I could contain myself anymore, nor was I positive Jerrod wouldn’t choke him to death with his mind at any moment.
Now would have been a great time to practice my resting bitch face, before I got everyone killed.
Kresh quickly stepped forward, clearly seeing the communication crumbling at a rapid rate in front of him.
“Your Grace, please understand that they are infecting Camille’s planet as we speak. We need to find a way to kill the Gilarian and preferably find a way to separate them from the hosts to avoid decimating that population there.”
“And why should we help any of you?” The King chortled. “It is really… none of our concern.”
“It was none of Salioes’s concern either, until they found a way to get to Salioes and infect my brother,” Jerrod countered.
“Was Josiah not just here?” The King questioned.
“Josiah was Camille’s original mate. We bonded to kill him and the Gilarian that resided inside. The Gilarian died during the bond dismantling. Josiah came out unscathed,” Jerrod explained.
“Blasphemy! We have never heard of such a thing. Ailahwae permits no bond to be broken without consequence!” The King screamed.
“We were under the same impression,” Jade interjected. “Some would say Gishara was on our side! Had it not been his time to pass on and the gods denied his soul passage to the other side, it may have been why he was given a second chance to stay here.”
“Perhaps the gods have shown you all favor, but I fail to understand what exactly you want from Jovalia,” King Kian replied.
This guy was so smug.
It got me thinking back to Roman again, The Lord and dictator supreme of America—my mentor—and how he acted before I was around.
He had loved that I always challenged him.
God knows that no one else ever had. You could always see the glossed over look on his face when he talked to everyone else.
Everyone that was always appeasing him to keep him from getting upset.
I smiled sweetly, threw caution to the wind and said in their native language, “It must be difficult to handle such an astronomical ego. I bet it’s hard to hold up that big ass head of yours.”
Everyone in the room froze—all slowly registering that I was able to speak fluently in the Jovalian language.
The King's eyes grew wide as he processed what I had just said to him. Jerrod squeezed my hand with an intense pressure, trying to get me to reconsider my current trajectory. I tried to convey ‘trust me’ through my eyes. It was over already anyway. My patience was gone. And I wasn’t going to be treated like this by a man child wearing a crown.
“We don’t have time for this shit. Pull your head out of your puckered asshole and use that intelligent brain of yours to process what happens if we fail. If you’ve got nothing useful to add to this situation, get fucked and we’ll be on our way!”
The King looked at me, unsurprisingly in my mind, with interested eyes, but he did not speak. Jerrod quickly grabbed my shoulders and pulled me off to the side.
“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing, Camille?” he seethed in a whisper.
“I’m doing what I always do and this fucking prick is predictable.
He hates everyone agreeing with him. Look at his eyes.
He’s fucking bored to tears. And we don’t have time for this!
We don’t have time to waste anymore. The Gilarian are moving fast and at the rate we are going, we are going to fail. ”
I looked into his eyes again and a quick flash of him covered in blood, took over my mind. I shivered at the memory of the vision. I looked away quickly. That was where we were headed. That was what would happen if I couldn’t figure out how to change the course we were currently on.
“What did you say your name was, girl?” The King asked.
“My name is Camille," I said standing straight and proud. "and I’m the leader of Earth. Have some respect, because you clearly don’t know who the fuck you’re talking to. Some humility would do you a lot of good.”
From my peripherals I could see Jade, Veshkru and Kresh all covering their faces, a smirk clearly displayed on all of their lips.
Jerrod's face was unreadable, but gave off a slight vibe of unease.
I mean, really, what was this guy going to do to us?
If I were a pastry, I might have been concerned, but I could dance circles around him if it came to a physical fight.
“Ansel, why don’t you show our guests to their rooms and we will reconvene once everyone has settled in,” King Kian announced.
No one said another word as The King's men surrounded us and we followed Ansel to each of the rooms. Jerrod and I were shown ours last, and Ansel bowed as we walked in.
Jerrod closed the door and looked like he was getting ready to scold me for my behavior, but before he said anything I grabbed his shirt and dragged him further into the space.
Our mouths found each other and I found myself aching for him.
The adrenaline of defying The King was still coursing through my veins.
The feeling of his tongue against mine heightened my desire for him.
I never wanted this to stop. I wanted to lose myself in him forever and forget about all of the problems that were constantly in front of us.
“You have a death wish,” he whispered into my ear as he kissed down my neck.
I moaned as he gripped my ass and pulled me closer. “I might. I’ve been told many times that my mouth would probably get me killed.”
“I can think of much better ways to use that smart mouth of yours,” he said huskily.
I chuckled as I pushed him onto the bed. I quickly worked the button on his pants. His cock sprang free and I suddenly felt self conscious as I got on my knees.
What if I did this wrong?
What if he didn’t like my mouth wrapped around him?
I took a breath and decided there was no better day than the present.
I gripped the length of him in my hand and he groaned.
I looked up at him as I licked from the base of his length up to the tip.
His eyes were so focused on me, his breathing ragged.
A sudden flash of his cold, dead eyes on me, swept through my mind and I stumbled back.
The trauma from that vision continued to haunt me at the most inopportune moments.
Jerrod quickly moved over to me. I was shaking like a leaf, curled into myself on the floor. I couldn’t lose him. We couldn’t lose this. His hand found my face and he tilted my chin toward him. His eyes met mine, concern clearly etched on his face.
“No matter where we go in this life… I will always find you. You will always be mine, and I, yours. Forever,” he said softly.
“I can’t lose you,” I cried.
“And you won’t. Our souls are forever intertwined… always,” he said, trying to calm me.
“Josiah and I were once bound, and look how that ended up,” I said cynically.
“Josiah was leading you to me. Can’t you feel the difference?” he asked. The pain on his face was evident. “Do you not feel what I feel for you?”
I instantly felt bad for comparing the two bonds and even worse for making him question my feelings.
“I feel more for you than I know what to do with,” I admitted.
He pulled me against him and put his mouth over mine. I kissed him back, wanting nothing more than to forget what I knew was coming—to forget that we were going to die. I don’t know how I knew it, but my very soul felt it. This would end. We would be inevitably separated.
My movements grew impatient and our bodies shifted back to the bed.
“Make me forget,” I whispered.
Our mouths found each other once again and he immediately deepened the kiss. Our tongues tangled together in a unified dance. I yearned for the pressure of him filling me, as I grew slick with desire.
He slid my pants down and quickly removed my panties, tossing them carelessly behind him. His fingers made a light trail across my skin and I shivered, letting out the smallest moan. He gripped my legs and pulled me toward the edge of the bed.
He lightly grazed the tip of his erection through my slick entrance and gently rubbed against my clit. I squirmed underneath him, wanting more, needing more. Needing all of him.
“So wet,” he said seductively. His eyes were focused on me and nothing else. “And mine.”
“I’m yours,” I moaned.
“What do you want, Camille?” he asked in a husky tone.
“You… Inside… Of… Me.” I emphasized each word breathily.
He slid into me, inch by satisfying inch, until I fully wrapped around him.
Our movements had fallen into a perfect sync but quickly became more and more desperate.
The pace moving quicker and each thrust was bringing me closer to release.
All I could focus on was the pressure building in my core.
As I reached my climax, I felt him following right behind as I clenched around him and as he emptied his warmth inside, we fell into each other, emotionally and physically spent.