Chapter 22 #2
Seeing his mate in distress was breaking Carson’s heart.
Pulling Remy up to his lap, holding him tight in his arms, he whispered promises and assurances in his mate’s ear.
He didn’t push for an explanation; instead, he gently rocked his mate until he felt Remy’s tension ease.
Finally, he said, “Babe, I don’t understand why you would lose custody of your brothers.
Are there other relatives who want them? ”
“Nooo…I’m all they have,” Remy murmured, wiping his runny nose.
“My brothers have more magic than I do…it all goes back to what I am…I’m a slave so I can’t have contact with family members…
the only reason I have custody is I bribed the lawyer.
Instead of listing me as their guardian, he made up a fictitious name of an orphanage and assured me as long as I didn’t attract the Council’s attention, no one would bother checking it out. ”
“And if Penn told them you were alive…”
“Then the Governing Council would discover what I did,” Remy murmured, “not only am I illegal, I also committed fraud and I made a light sphere. Like they say in America, ‘three strikes and you’re out’. The Fates really got it wrong when they made us mates. My life is a hot mess right now…”
Grasping Remy’s chin, Carson lifted his face, waiting until his mate’s eyes connected with his.
“Don’t say that! The Fates never make a mistake!
And don’t think these few problems will keep me from claiming the mate I waited for my whole life,” Carson said, his voice steady, now.
“Do you accept me as your Fated Mate and will you let me claim you?”
“Yes…but what about…”
“Remy, there isn’t a problem in the world that can’t be solved; all we have to do is find the solution. And I promise you, I won’t stop looking until you and your brothers are free from threats and danger.”
Warmth flooded Remy’s body at Carson’s words.
It was hard to remember the last time he felt safe but he welcomed it like a ray of sunshine on a dark and dreary day.
For the first time since Mystia told him the consequences of running away he now had a glimmer of hope that things might turn out right after all. “Thank you, my mate,” he whispered.
Hearing those two last words, Carson leaned down, his lips lightly brushing over his mate’s, moaning softly when he tasted Remy.
Wanting more, he sought those lips again, pressing firmly, feeling his mate’s moustache lightly tickle him.
Deepening the kiss, Carson’s hand slid down, cupping one of Remy’s muscled ass cheeks.
Then, whispering in Remy’s ear, he said, “My mate, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world.
” Then, pausing as the significance of the moment sank in, Carson looked into Remy’s eyes and smiled. My mate .
Before Remy could respond, he was interrupted by a small hand grabbing his shoulder.
“Reemee! Is he hurtin’ you? I can get my sword.”
Chuckling, Remy said, “Let’s pick this up later…”
“Good idea,” Carson replied, sitting back and releasing Remy so he could pay attention to his brother.
“No, sweetie, I’m fine,” Remy said to Eamon. “Have you finished eating?”
“Uh-huh,” replied Eamon before pointing to Carson. “Who’s him?”
“His name is Carson,” Remy said, as he got up from the couch. “Have your brothers finished yet?”
“Uh-uh,” Eamon said, sticking his thumb in his mouth and sucking it vigorously.
“Hi Eamon,” Carson said, gentling his voice. “Nice to meet you.”
Eamon’s eyes widened before he moved behind Remy, clutching one of his legs .
Running his fingers through his brother’s hair, Remy looked at Carson. “He’s in that stage of being wary of strangers.”
Snorting lightly, Carson said, “Been there, done that.”
Laughing, Remy scooped Eamon up, before asking his mate, “Do you want to meet my other brothers? I have to return this wandering pirate to Mrs. B.”
“Love to,” Carson replied, getting up. Then, smiling at Eamon, he asked, “A pirate? Can I see your sword?”
Removing his thumb from his mouth, Eamon said, “Uh-huh, but ya can’t keep it. Gally has one too and ya can’t keep his,” before promptly sticking his thumb back where it came from.
“I understand…just like to see them,” Carson said, “I’ll get my own if I want one.”
Nodding, Eamon’s eyes lit up. Wiggling in Remy’s arms, he ordered, “Down!” Once he was free, he ran toward the kitchen, yelling “Gally, Gally, Carsso wants a sword…he gonna be a pirate…we got another pirate!”
Smiling at his mate, Remy said, “And here I thought your name was Carson…sorry about that, Carsso.”
“Do you want to know a secret?” asked Carson, his eyes dancing merrily as he gazed at his mate.
“Absolutely!” Remy said. “Oh wait…is this secret blackmail-worthy?”
“Hmmm, well it depends…”
“On what?” asked Remy.
“On what you want from me,” Carson smirked.
“Okay…good enough for me. Tell me.”
“My siblings used to call me Carsy. ”
“Carsy…I like it. Do they still use it?” asked Remy.
“Now, not usually…only on rare occasions, and in private, by Cody or Colton. We’re triplets.”
“You’re a triplet? I envy you…I didn’t have any siblings growing up. My brothers came much later…after I was an adult. I didn’t see them a lot because I was in college and then I took the winery job here right after graduation.”
“They’re lucky to have you,” Carson said, softly.
“Maybe…but it goes both ways,” replied Remy, pushing open the kitchen door and calling out. “Hey, guys, I have someone I want you to meet.”