Chapter 35 Dove
thirty-five
Dove
Iwake to the smell of a sweet aroma I can’t quite place. It fills my grumbling stomach with a new sense of urgency. Gods, I’m starving.
Opening my eyes, I stretch my arms and legs over the glorious sheets of the mer bed. The mattress jiggles a bit underneath me as I move. It almost feels like I’m floating on water.
Reluctantly pushing my sad and beaten body up, I groan. Everything aches, and if it’s not aching, it’s throbbing.
I flop back down. The bed jiggles violently underneath me.
“Hungry, love?” a scintillating voice piques my interest from above me. Opening my eyes, I find utter perfection wrapped in a fae body, naked and ready to devour. My dry mouth somehow manages to create some liquid, almost drooling for this male.
“Are you offering your services?” I ask, a slight smile turning up the corners of my lips. I’m always hungry for Riven, my core buzzing at his rippling muscles as he leans over my body, caging me in.
“Save that for later, love. Now, I need to fill you with real food.” Right, food. Of course that is what he meant.
As if on cue, my empty stomach growls loudly to be fed. Rivern chuckles, hefting my body up into his formidable arms.
“I can walk, you know,” I complain, my brow furrowed.
It’s a huge lie. I want him to carry me everywhere.
Maybe I do need to show some restraint and independence.
Not right now, though. I spent all of my life being independent.
Now that I have him, all I want to do is be codependent.
I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
We are God-bonded. We are each other’s for life. I’ll take my new title of codependency.
“You are capable of so much, my love, but let me take care of you. That’s my only mission in this life.” My heart cracks and fuses back together in an even more enchanting way—a way that now believes in love and, possibly, a hopeful future.
It can’t be so easy, right? Rivern just said he wants to take care of me for our whole lives. Surely, that’s not all there is to unlocking a part of me that has felt lost and broken and utterly devastated by life’s blows over and over again.
He just said he wants to take care of me.
I can’t help repeating it in my head. I have to be protected because Fury needs me to set him free.
However, this is the first rhythm anyone has outwardly admitted wanting to care for me.
Even my mother saw us as a burden to her relationship with my father and their dwindling supplies.
She should’ve blamed my father for our lack of coins, since he liked to spend them on drink.
I once loved her fiercely. Just as much as I loved Wren.
But she was never able to give that love back.
Don’t get me wrong, she would tell us stories before bed and hug us if we were sad. That’s only if my father wasn’t at home. If he was at home, he was her number one priority.
Wren was the only person I could count on in that house.
Wren.
A tear streaks down my cheek.
“Hey, my love Dove, why are you sad?” Rivern has taken his place at the table, me sitting on his lap, facing the bounty of food on our table. His finger comes up to graze the underside of my eye.
“Love Dove?” I question, not a fan of his new nickname for me.
He laughs. “Thought it may get you away from that place that made your face turn all anguished.” His finger comes to run down my neck, over my shoulder and arm. My skin prickles in anticipation, my nipples tweaking behind the thin fabric covering them.
“Good, let’s just stick with love.” My voice is somewhat breathy as he dips his hand lower, past my stomach.
“With pleasure, my love,” he adds, nibbling my ear. My empty stomach flutters wildly, making me nauseous.
“Let’s feed you first.” There’s something handy about having a partner who can understand your every need before you even have to verbalise it. There have been so many times I believed I wasn’t worthy of this bond, of Rivern.
Right now, he’s all I want.
He holds an orange, slimy ball in his fingers, small enough to pop into my mouth. “I know it looks strange, but I promise you’ll love it.”
I trust him—beyond anyone, I trust him, so I inhale the slimy sphere. The slime is sweet and tart, and as I chew, a sudden pop of lush nectar coats my tongue, my taste buds alight with this delicious new flavour.
I could eat a whole bowl of this delectable food.
“You like that, love?” he asks behind me, knowing full well my body is buzzing after that one mere morsel. “You want more?” I nod, squirming around in his hold, desperate for another bite. I don’t even need water, that chewy, liquidy candy filling my need for hydration and hunger.
After another one of the orange balls pops in my mouth, I sigh loudly. A hardness presses into my back, making my thighs quiver in my straddled position on either side of Rivern’s legs.
I’ve seen my fae prince without clothes more than I have seen him with them, and I’m dying to have round two of the Silver Sands. Wiggling back into him, I know he feels the same way.
“Love, stop that. I need to feed you.” He grips my thighs firmly, pushing them down on his, his cock slipping up my back when he adjusts himself. We moan in unison. It is at that moment that I feel the shift in both of us.
“Do it,” I whisper down the bond.
“We aren’t alone,” he answers.
Shit.
I almost think better of it. Tell him to stop. Looking around, I see only—Gideon.
Merciful Gods.
His amber gaze is firmly placed on me from the other side of the room, heating my core from within. He’s trying to give us space, trying to be respectful of my needs. His eyes, those amber orbs of lust, tell me everything he wants.
And I want it, too.
I catch no sight of Moyrie, so I say loud enough for both males to hear, “I want your cock, my love.”
An unrestrained rumble comes from behind me.
“Thank fuck for that, because I’m dying.” I can’t help but grin wildly because it’s exactly how I feel.
Hastily, Rivern lifts me effortlessly with his broad hands, lining me up with the tip of his length. Lucky for us, I have nothing underneath the scrap of material I’m calling a skirt that is covering the lower part of my body from everyone.
Rivern’s face leans into my neck, licking a line up the back of my throat. “Goddess, I love the way you taste.”
I shiver at the contact, my pussy dripping wet for him, his earlier feeding a heady aphrodisiac to my senses.
Staring deep into hard, amber eyes, I expect my fae prince to slam into me, except he teases. Rivern rubs his cock head from my clit to my arse, spreading our juices all over each other. I want to scream at him to fill me, my core clenching at nothing and only wanting him to fill me.
“Gods, please, my love,” I groan for Rivern to do it. Just take me already. My head shakes from side to side as he places the tip in, his hands controlling my lower half so I don’t sink down on him before he is ready.
“You want this cock, love? You want all of me?”
“Yes. Oh, Gods, that’s all I want,” I let out a throaty groan, hoping that’s enough to appease the male thrusting ever so slowly up and down, his fingers having moved to my clit to rub it in delicious, pressurised circles.
Gazing at the dyre wolf shifter in front of me, his clenched fists and firm-set mouth are a dead giveaway for his desperation. If Rivern’s not going to impale me, Gideon will come over here and do it himself.
A giddy jolt of anticipation shoots through to my core.
Trailing my eyes down his defined abs, past the V of his lower body, a trail of hair leads me to one bulging knot and engorged length. Oh, Gods, I almost had that in my mouth only a few turns ago. My pussy clenches on the tip of the cock inside me.
My heart beating frantically out of my chest, I grip the stone table in front of me. “Please, please, please,” I beg.
I don’t know who I’m begging anymore, with the careful ministrations of my bonded underneath me and Gideon once again eyeing me like prey.
All I can smell is a devastating mix of sweet summer pine, sandalwood and sex while I bob up and down, eagerly awaiting my fate.
“PLEASE, “ I finally scream, an orgasm building I can’t catch. Rivern moves his fingers away from my clit every rhythm I get close.
That’s when Gideon breaks, swearing, “Fuck it” under his breath. The wolf shifter in front of me strides over to us, slams his broad hand down on the table and says, “If you don’t fuck her, Rivern, I Godsdamned will.”
“Thank fuck for that,” I hear the prince mumble behind me before I am speared deep on his cock.