CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN #2
“The bed is ready. I’m going to take my shower now. Make yourself comfortable,” I murmur softly, dropping a kiss on her head as I pass her. I can practically scent her nervousness alongside her desire which nearly has me groaning.
Quickly I kick off my pants, my cock springing free.
That female has me wrapped around her fingers with just her stormy scent alone.
Warm water runs down my body, helping my muscles relax, but I can’t stop my mind from wandering back to that night at the inn, her lips parting with pleasure as I teased her with my shadows.
I groan, palming my cock and giving it a long stroke, squeezing. “Fuck, Ravina,” I mutter as my strokes intensify.
A small gasp sounds from behind me before I smell the scent of the more delicious desire—one I’m intimately familiar with. I turn my head and see Ravina standing at the shower entrance, her lips parted just like they were that night as her gaze burns with need.
I don’t stop, or hide from her. After all, she came in here knowing I’d be in the shower. “Is everything okay, Little Dream?” I ask, groaning as I stroke my cock slower, it twitching like it knows it has her undivided attention.
Our eyes lock together, her face flushed red as she swallows. “I could scent your need,” she states boldly, which makes my brow arch in surprise as I wait for her to continue. “I want to help.”
My cock twitches harder and I squeeze the tip to help relieve some of the pressure. “Is that so?” I mutter huskily. “You remember what I said last time?”
She nods, licking her lips as she pulls off her tunic, tossing it on the counter where it will stay dry. “That I would have to beg you, if mating you was what I wanted.”
Hunger for my gorgeous mate boils in my veins as I take in her body, noting the scars along her wrists and ankles.
I haven’t brought it up yet because I know she will talk to me when she’s ready.
My anger over how she was treated was temporarily sated after burning down that pathetic village. “And is it?”
She steps closer to me. “It’s all I could think about today after inviting you to stay the night with me.
I’m tired of putting off the inevitable.
I want you. All of you. When they’re ready of course.
But right now? I want you to make me your mate.
I want us to complete the bond,” she says calmly, her fingers running across the snowdrops on our mating mark.
She’s close enough now that I can stretch my arm out and reach her. My free hand cups her face as my thumb drags slowly across her cheek and lips. “Say it again.”
“I want you to make me your mate.”
My lips clash against hers, the sweet taste of her almost bringing me to my knees as I pull her against me, her stomach pushing against my hardened length.
It twitches against her and she gasps and I greedily swallow the sound.
Not caring that we’re wet, I hoist her up easily into my arms and blink us directly into my bed with her right underneath me. Exactly where I want her.
I kiss and suck all the way down her body, savouring the taste of her as I head down to my own little slice of paradise, nestled between her thighs.
“Aemon,” she whispers, moaning as I kiss the sweet little bundle of nerves. She goes to grab my hair and I use the shadows to hold her in place. She whimpers and the noise is like music to my ears.
With another kiss to her center, I peer up at her. “The moment you say stop, I will. You are in control here,” I remind her.
She nods. “I understand, but please don’t stop. I need you.”
My male pride swells inside me again as I bury my face in her cunt, inhaling her mouthwatering scent.
Mate.
This is my fucking mate.
A growl rumbles out of me as I feast on her, soaking up all the sweet sounds she makes as they get louder and more frantic, until her legs shake and try to close but I keep them spread wide.
My tendrils run around every inch of her body, heightening her pleasure.
I’m practically drunk off the scent of her desire, off her need for me and what I can give her.
“Aemon, please mate me,” she begs sweetly and I want nothing but to give in and bury myself inside her.
My lips tenderly touch the inside of her thigh as the aftershocks of her orgasm still pulse through her. “Patience. Let me get you all nice and wet for me. I want to savor everything about this with you.”
She growls half-heartedly as she squirms on the bed, searching for friction. A tendril snakes across her body, reaching down and circling her clit, causing her to throw her head back with a moan while I drag my fingers slowly across her, stopping at her entrance.
“Please,” she begs again.
I push in slowly, her muscles squeezing the fingers tightly as I work them inside her.
“I need you to relax,” I murmur, kissing the inside of her thigh again.
She does as I ask instantly and I can’t help but remember a certain phrase she seems to like.
“Good girl ,” I purr, causing her to flutter around my fingers.
With my shadows working her clit and nipples and my fingers slowly pushing in, she relaxes. That is until I breach the little barrier I knew was stretching. Without warning I break through causing her to gasp and whimper.
“You’re doing so good my precious Dream, the worst part of it is over.
Just breathe, the pain should fade quickly,” I murmur to her, keeping my fingers still as she adjusts to them.
When she pushes her hips up towards me, I continue my ministrations, using my fingers to bring her to the crescendo of pleasure once again.
I let my shadows fall away as I crawl up her small quivering frame, loving the way she feels beneath me.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask her.
“We can just play with each other, or cuddle if you decide not to go any further.” Her consent matters the most to me—checking in with her is something that makes this all the more special for me; making sure she’s comfortable and wants me is my number one priority, no matter how much I want to be balls deep inside her, claiming her for the rest of my life.
Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, still coming down from that last orgasm.
She cups my face, holding me captive with her mesmerizing gaze.
“It may have taken me a moment to get there once my memories came back. But I’ve always loved you guys.
Each of you are a part of my soul, it’s like the fates have put you in my path from the very beginning because they knew I would always need you.
I love you, Aemon. Even though I forgot you for a bit, I don’t think my heart ever did.
” She leans up, pulling my mouth to hers, wrapping her legs around me.
“Mate me,” she states for the third time and this time, I don’t make her ask again.
Carefully, I line myself up at her entrance and push in, feeling every pulse of her cunt as she squeezes me. My forehead rests against hers and I growl as pure masculine need sparks at the base of my spine. “I love you too, Little Dream. So fucking much,” I growl as I fully seat myself inside her.
“Fuck,” she groans, throwing her head back.
I capture her lips as I palm her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she meets me thrust for thrust. “Your cunt is like pure, unfiltered magick,” I mumble against her lips.
“I could live inside you.” I pound into her and with each thrust, I feel lost in the pheromones that surround us.
There’s nothing but the two of us, nothing else exists.
“I’m going to come,” she whimpers.
Those four words drive me over the edge.
My balls pull up and my cock twitches as I fill her with my cum and she falls over the edge with me.
And it’s like instinct pulls at me as I sink my teeth into the top of her breast, the taste of her coppery blood filling my mouth.
At the same time, I feel her teeth pierce my arm and it’s like our souls collide and meld together.
Heat blasts across my mark and I know with every fibre of my being that this glorious female who’s wrapped in my arms officially tied her soul to mine.
My mate.
My everything.
I tighten my arms around her, our chests heaving in sync. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
A small breathy laugh escapes from her swollen lips.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. That was better than anything I could have imagined.
” She tilts her head back to look up at me and I can’t help but kiss her forehead as she continues, “Although the bite on my neck is a little uncomfortable. Is yours okay? I don’t know what came over me. ”
My fingers glide gently across her face as I inhale the strong stormy scent that is my mate.
I brush her hair away from her neck and see the indents of my teeth and elongated canines permanently marked there.
The site is slightly red and bloody but gives me a sense of primal satisfaction.
How right she looks with my bite on her.
I’m not even fazed by the slight discomfort of her bite on me—if anything, I welcome it.
“It must have something to do with being true mates. Once we can get you back into the castle I’ll see if we can find out more.
True mates have been gone forever and a lot of the stories passed down may have been skewed over the years.
The information I found is nothing more than what you read in that book at Phixmery. ”
She sighs, resting her head against me. “I bet the dragons know, but if they do they probably won’t tell us until the time is right.”
I chuckle. “You’re probably right.” My hand glides along her back and I can’t help the sick feeling that curls in my stomach as my fingers hit every bit of raised flesh along her back. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner; I could have saved her from this.
Her body becomes rigid. “No, you couldn’t have,” she responds. “I think the fates made sure I came back at a certain time. I don’t think I would have believed you back then.”
My brows hit my hairline. “I didn’t say that out loud, Little Dream.”
Her cheek flexes against my chest as she smiles. “Your mind is wide open right now. You can’t live in the past, in my past. There’s nothing but darkness there and it won’t help anything. It’s best not to think of them.”
I go to open my mouth to respond, but she cuts me off.
“I’m not ready to tell those stories yet. I’m not ready to go back there and taint this beautiful memory of our bonding with those horrors. Please.” Her mouth stops moving but I hear the words of her mind. “Please don’t look at them. Please don’t,” she chants silently.
It breaks my heart to see her so broken over the wounds she survived.
I use my shadows and flip her onto her stomach.
“Your scars—as much as I hate seeing them mar your skin—they’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful. Each of these marks shows me how strong you are, what you’ve endured.
” My lips press to each one as I talk. “You’re not just a survivor, you’re a warrior, and I'm proud to have you as my mate. The realm will be proud to have you as their Queen.” I continue my kisses, making sure each and every scar is not left untouched.
I may not have been able to stop them from being here but I will not let her hurt herself by feeling bad about them.
I kiss the last one before settling back down beside her and I wipe her tear-stained face. “You are my heart, Ravina. I won’t push you, but if Talyn or Killian see them, they aren’t going to be as patient with answers.”
She snorts and then sniffles. “Talyn probably wouldn’t care one bit.” She doesn’t mention Killian, but I leave it.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed. We have a long day of training tomorrow,” I whisper as I haul her small frame up into my arms and carry her towards the bathroom.
“Thank you,” she says lightly, sleep echoing in her tone.
“You never need to thank me. I’ve got you.”