Chapter 5
Embry
My mind rolls with the fog of the Mystic Forest. It’s so dense that I can barely see. A voice from my past disrupts my thoughts. “What the hell are you doing here, Embry?” Lucas says.
My blood pumps with rage. How dare Lucas try to interfere with my dreams of being on the elite team.
“I don’t recall having to ask your permission for anything.
While you’ve been off doing your thing, I’ve been training hard.
Lucianna and the others think I’m ready to be a valuable member of the special forces team.
I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to do something worthwhile for the vampires just because I might run into the likes of you. ”
Silver and Terrence throw fist bumps into the air, and a shadow catches my eye in the corner, but a hand to my shoulder causes me to wake. “You were having a bad dream,” Corvinus says groggily.
My mind slowly comes alive before I half sit up in bed.
“Yes and no. I was dreaming of a time when Lucas kinda started being a dick. But the face he had on, it wasn’t mean, you know, evil.
It was more like he was trying to get me to stay away, protect me, like Gramma said.
But that last night, it was so different, Corvinus. ”
His jaw tenses slightly as he draws me into his arms. “You think it was that night that a spell was cast? Perhaps he was always protecting you until then, love. I’d like to think so.”
I stroke his cheek. “If I haven’t made it clear, Lucas and I were over a long time before we called it quits.
We were drifting apart, and in all honesty, like my gramma said the feelings may have been on my side way more because he was part of a world I loved and thirsted to be part of, was even maybe pulled and destined to be part of. Nothing compared to what we have.”
He smiles gently, his dark eyes calming mine as he draws me close. “There’s no need to worry about my feelings, Embry. I can read your heart, love.”
I sniff. “I remember one time though. Lucas was really protective over the witches and snippy with me about my disdain for them. They put a spell on both Lucianna and him at points, and he was adamant that Devora had helped restore Lucianna’s powers.
She must have, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t zap him again later, you know?
” I was so damn mad at him that night. I honestly think that’s when things for me were different.
I had known we were drifting apart for a long time before that night, but he had never been so outwardly belligerent.
Maybe he was zapped for longer than we knew.
And now, did the witches bring him back? ”
Corvinus is quietly contemplating. I snuggle back into his warmth.
“It’s like a puzzle that I need to solve for so many reasons.
My mind just cannot wrap itself around it all.
But I do know one thing for sure. Whoever and however they came back, those two aren’t getting the best of us, you can bet your ass on that. ”
He smirks. “Of that, I never had a doubt in the world. You are fearless, my love. Now go to sleep. You and the ladies can go through the books tomorrow, and I’m going to be moving forward with the warriors.”
Corvinus is always so levelheaded, methodical, and probably right. I turn over, away from him in the darkness and slide back into place as his arms slip around me from behind.
“Embry?”
“Yes, vampire?” I ask, plumping my pillow into submission.
“If you want to be a warrior, all you need to do is apply. See where it goes. You have the very same chance of being on the team as anyone else, understand?”
It’s not as easy as that and he knows it.
“Right, then I lose you or you end up losing your position. That’s a chance I’m not willing to take.
No, for right now, let’s leave things alone.
I don’t need to be on the warriors to learn the secrets of the shadow books, nor to find Lucas and Isala and make them pay.
Those three things, that’s what I’m focused on right now.
So stop worrying about me, vampire and get some sleep.
You’ve got a lot of work ahead of you and it doesn’t involve protecting me.
I am fierce enough to protect myself and don’t you forget it. ”
In one quick movement, he has me rolled over, facing him.
He strokes a finger down my cheek. “Such a sass, aren’t you?
If you don’t behave, I’ll take you to my private dungeon and do terribly wicked things to you.
Some you will enjoy and others you will not like at all.
A spanking is all fun and games when it’s for pleasure, but there’s nothing funny to me about your safety.
If you put yourself in danger, I’ll bend you over my knee bare-ass naked and spank that pretty little ass of yours until you say you won’t do it again. ”
Desire blooms heavy, but the arrogant lord does not need to know that. “I didn’t agree to that…”
He gives me that handsome-ass smirk. “You are mine for an entire year, and right now, I have something to keep your mouth quiet. Something very big that’s been aching for you all evening.”
Everything south clenches with a deliciously sinful desire.
He knows exactly what to do and say to relieve my stress and ease my mind.
I don’t have to be asked, or told, or shown with a hand to my head.
I slide down his body, one kiss, lick, and nibble at a time until I reach his already hard as stone rod and glance up at him.
“This is my payback for the kitchen, vampire. You almost got me caught in a terribly unladylike position.”
He stretches, and my hand runs the length of his six pack, looking up at him while one hand holds his throbbing cock, licking the tip before taking a little bit into the warmth of my mouth, teasing.
Because now, the tables have turned. And I like feeling the power of giving pleasure, at least when he will allow it.
And he allows it, but for a very short time.
And then he takes the reins, placing a hand on the back of my head, driving up with his hips. “I think you’ve teased me enough love, I’m ready to play.”
His hand guides me, while I sink deeper and deeper onto his cock, listening to his low growling moan.
This is what makes me wet, and needy for him over and over again.
This push and pull, giving and taking of pleasure and power.
I relish the feel of his hardness and the pulsing of his desire growing, getting larger and more powerful, until he’s at the back of my throat so deep I can barely breathe, but he knows exactly when to guide me back up, and then down again.
And now it’s the arrogant dark lord growling my name while I bring him over the edge, wave after wave.
The arrogant dark lord just thinks he’s in charge…