Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Delphine
We were nearing the end of the second day since I sent Phen and Dev to my home.
Michaela was stronger already. I wasn’t surprised.
She was a Valdis, after all. Their bloodline was incredibly powerful, and if anyone was going to pull this off, it was the daughters of Aurora.
But not alone. It would take all of us to win this war against Belial.
The Obscuritas leaders were not to be discounted either.
Laszlo Blackbyrn proved time and again to be cunning, nearly as much as Belial.
And his schemes were not solely wrapped up in the daemon prince.
I suspected he had far grander plans. That male suffered from grandiose delusional disorder, with a healthy side of narcissistic tendencies.
But what he intended, I couldn’t discover.
Even now. Sitting quietly in my rooms, I painted a field of daisies, hoping to trigger something.
The power of the Seer was reserved for lumens, but witches had ways of seeing the future.
We often used a conduit, like tarot cards, runes, and such.
For me, I discovered I could get glimpses of what was to come when I painted.
Even after a couple decades of practice, there was still no rhyme to it.
Sometimes I painted the future, and sometimes it was only a field of daisies.
I pulled a fresh canvas onto my easel and started again. Two pairs of blue eyes formed. One belonging to my daemon mate, Gremory. I’d know his mischievous gaze anywhere. He was my light in the dark. A bright, brilliant thread of color in the endless gray that was my life for nearly two decades.
The other set of eyes was a lighter blue, so pale they were almost white.
Her skin was fair, and the silvery blonde pixie cut looked real enough to touch.
Tabitha. She was a soul I did not see coming.
The goddess did not grant me images of her existence until she fell into my lap, bleeding and nearly dead.
Gremory rescued the girl from the Kings, and the horror she endured at the hands of Laszlo Blackbyrn was some of the most horrific I’d ever heard.
That prick was going to die for what he did to her.
My second love. As soon as I saw them together, I could see the bond between Grem and Tabitha.
It was pure and beautiful. The three of us together was a happiness I never knew I could have.
My smile dimmed as I painted them, the backdrop shifting.
Tabitha held a sketchbook in her hand. My sketchbook.
But I wasn’t with them. And from the lights of the city behind them, I knew exactly where they were.
Pain lanced through my heart, another confirmation of something to come.
At first, I rebelled against it. But the vision never wavered, and I eventually accepted it as true.
A soft knock on the door caught my attention.
“You never have to knock, my darling.”
Tabitha’s petite frame slipped into the room. She looked stunning in a pale-pink dress. Her perky breasts drew my eye immediately. I smiled at her, and she blushed. The rush of power I felt from her reactions was a heady thing.
“I thought I’d check in.” Tabitha sat on the bed, crossing her legs and letting the dress ride up her thighs. Her bright-blonde hair was stylishly tousled, and she wore no makeup.
It gave me immense pride to see her so relaxed.
After we nursed her back to health, it took many nights to quell her nightmares.
Her mind did not break beneath Blackbyrn’s torture, but he came very close.
Having a drop of Seraphina’s blood in her body saved her life.
The pact made between friends years ago preventing tragedy even now.
Grem had worked out quickly that Tabitha must have had something other than human blood in her veins, just as I had. Humans could not handle the blood of a creature, it would drive them insane and eventually kill them.
Hence Laszlo’s willingness to work with Belial. While the human cult leader could wield power, he would never truly be as powerful as a daemon or lumen, or even a witch. But I suspected he worked out a way to become something more. It was only a matter of time until I discovered what that was.
“And where is Gremory?” I asked her, arching a brow. Tabitha never went anywhere without him or myself at her side. While she was so fucking strong and healing inside and out, a small part of her soul would always fear others. But when she was with one of us, her nightmares faded.
She grinned, toying with the hem of her dress. “He’s fighting Morax, trying to provoke Michaela.”
I stood from the chair facing my easel and sauntered toward her. “And you walked back here to me, all alone?”
Her face flushed again, and I traced the rosy color of her cheeks with my fingertips. “I thought I sensed…sadness. I didn’t want you to be alone if you were feeling sad.”
My heart filled with love for this empathetic little creature. Tabitha was only a handful of years younger than me, but her ability to manage emotions was far superior. “My sweet girl. Always looking out for your mistress.”
Tabitha’s eyes dilated as I ran my nails across her collarbone and along the sweetheart neckline of her dress. She nodded, and desire pulsed through my veins. I continued down her front, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric with one hand and bringing the other between her soft thighs.
“Cheeky little thing,” I purred. “Nothing under your dress? And who was that for?”
She moaned as I brushed my knuckles between her slick pussy. “You, mistress. And Grem.”
I extended my fingers and slipped one inside her, feeling her body tighten and shiver with pleasure. “Only us.”
She nodded, but that wasn’t enough.
“Say it, sweet girl. Who do you belong to?”
Tabitha whimpered when I inserted a second finger inside her dripping pussy. “You. And Gremory.”
Leaning down, I kissed her softly, tasting her sweetness and relishing the way her body reacted to my touch. “Good girl.”
The door to our rooms opened suddenly. Tabitha gasped, but I knew who was joining us.
“Well, well,” Gremory drawled. “Having a pleasure party without me?”
I rolled Tabitha’s perky nipple between my fingers, and she moaned. “Never, my love. Now get undressed and lie on the bed.”
Gremory followed my commands instantly. In the beginning of our courtship, submission was new to him. But I needed it, needed to be in control and dominate my partner. Our dynamic was based on complete trust, and with Tabitha joining us, it finally felt whole.
My sexy daemon eagerly dove onto the bed, stroking his cock and watching me toy with Tabitha’s tight pussy.
I slipped my fingers from her and brought them to my mouth, tasting her sweet essence. “Delicious.”
Gremory whined. “I want a taste.”
I grinned and pressed my slick fingers to Tabitha’s lips. “Suck.” And she did, like a good fucking girl. “Now, arms up.”
Tabitha obeyed without question, and I lifted the dress over her head, revealing her perfect, pale flesh. She was beautiful. Her body held scars from her time as Blackbyrn’s slave, and Gremory and I both took special care with them, marking them with our lips and teeth, claiming her for ourselves.
“Now be a good girl and go sit on Gremory’s face.” I gave the command, and Gremory groaned, his cock twitching, needy for his mistress.
Tabitha moved up the bed, and Gremory pulled her down for a searing kiss. I watched them, enjoying the view of their naked bodies writhing together. My sweet girl pulled away first, eager to follow my command. She hovered over Gremory’s head, leaning forward to press her hands to his chest.
Gremory growled, a guttural, beastly sound. “Gods, you smell fucking delectable, love. Now do as you were told and fucking sit.”
Tabitha yelped as Gremory pulled her down.
The sound turned into a moan as he began feasting on her sweet pussy.
My core heated at the sight of these two perfect creatures.
Slowly, I climbed on the bed and straddled Gremory’s lean, muscular thighs.
I brought the head of his cock to my entrance, and he moaned as I swiftly seated him inside me.
He felt divine as I rolled my hips at a leisurely pace.
Tabitha licked her lips, her eyes filled with lust as she watched me fuck our daemon mate. His hips jerked up, attempting to control our movements, and I chuckled.
“Be still, lover,” I purred. “I’m going to fuck you slowly. And you’re going to make Tabitha and I come before you get your release.”
“Yes, mistress,” Gremory mumbled against Tabitha’s pussy.
I leaned forward and teased her clit, bringing a beautiful moan to her lips.
We moved as one being, gifting pleasure to each other in waves. Tabitha’s breathing grew ragged, and my own moans increased as I toyed with my lovers.
“Come for us, sweet girl,” I demanded, rubbing circles over her swollen clit.
She cried out, and Gremory latched on to her thighs, keeping her flush against his face and prolonging her orgasm.
His cock throbbed inside me, and I knew he was close. I increased my movements, riding him faster. Tabitha leaned in and latched on to my nipple, sucking and flicking the raised bud with her tongue. I moaned, gripping her soft hair and holding her in place.
“Don’t stop,” I commanded both of them as the pleasure building within me toppled over the edge and I cried out, my pussy clamping down hard on Gremory. “Your turn, mate.”
Gremory snarled, feasting on Tabitha as his hips rocked faster, fucking me from below.
Tabitha screamed his name as he brought her to ruin a second time, and I moaned, the magic of our joining building even higher.
I could feel the mate bonds singing with power between us.
Gremory groaned our names as he unleashed inside me, drawing a second heady orgasm from my body.
We collapsed in a mess of sweaty limbs. Tabitha snuggled between us, her soft whimpers music to my ears. I loved her. I loved him. And I would do whatever I had to do to keep them both safe.