Chapter 30 #2
Throwing his head back, he groaned. Moving one of his hands to protect the back of her head, he pumped faster.
“Fuck, your mouth is beautiful.” He thrust deep, and her eyes watered as her grip tightened around him.
His wild eyes found hers. “Open wide, Miss Raven. I want to hit the back of your throat as you drink everything I give you.”
She did as she was told, and he thrust deep as his cock swelled.
Before long, his hot cum coated her tongue, and she struggled to swallow with his dick still filling her mouth.
His thrusts slowed, and his hand moved to cup her jaw.
“Seal your lips around me.” Closing her lips tight, he slid out bit by bit.
“Clean me,” he murmured with his eyes glued to her mouth.
She intended to run this show, but there was a certain thrill to his domineering persona in the bedroom.
Or on the desk.
He traced his eyes over her body. “I am going to fuck you hard enough that you’ll be sore when you wake up,” he promised, but as he moved around the desk, the room shimmered.
A string of curses left his lips. “We will pick up where we left off tomorrow,” he promised and kissed her. “Time to wake up.”
Rory rolled over and groaned, aching for another release. Their soulscape felt real, and had Caius left marks on her, she’d check to see if they remained.
If luck was on her side, tonight, he would.
But even lust couldn’t stop the pain in her heart. She forgave him, but the fact remained that she was here while he was there.
Focusing on the issue at hand was impossible because her chest tightened at the loss she suffered and the opportunity she gained.
Seeing her friends and family again was a sweet torture.
Mere weeks ago, she would’ve given anything to be here, but now that Caius forced them apart, she wanted to go home.
She vowed to find her way back to him that night, and killing Gedeon was the last thing on her mind, despite what everyone thought. They promised to kill him together, and she intended to keep that promise.
How would she get back? Caius didn’t mention his sister often, but when he did, they weren’t on the best of terms. Could Rory plead her case and convince the Scales of Justice to send her to Vincula?
If the Royal refused, did that mean Adila was helping Gedeon? How could she call herself the Scales of Justice when she offered none the day she locked Caius away?
Justice bloomed from empathy, but injustice fueled the need for blood.
Rory wanted Gedeon’s blood. She hoped she wouldn’t thirst for Adila’s too.
Killing Adila would be easy. She felt the itch of The Butcher, and watching the Royals who wronged her mate swing from a hook was tempting. If the intrusive thoughts made her a monster, so be it. She was already one, anyway.
Sitting up, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and spotted Caius’ book sitting on her nightstand.
Chuckling humorlessly, she revisited the night he sent her back. She’d thought he couldn’t sleep, nervous about his return to Erdikoa, and had wanted to give him his book to read, hoping it would calm his nerves. That’s why she held it when she disappeared.
How stupid she’d been. Thinking of Vincula, her eyes burned at the loss of her friends. Would she ever see them again? By the time Bellina returned, Rory might be dead, and Kit and Cat wouldn’t remember her.
Her mother. Rory pressed a hand to her chest to stop the ache.
If she hadn’t been overcome by anger, hurt, and lust last night, she would’ve sent Caius with a message for her mother. She perked up.
Sam and Lauren. One of them could carry a letter back to her mother and friends in the prison realm. She knew they wouldn’t deny her that. It was a viable solution until she could return.
Staying in Erdikoa wasn’t an option, and hiding her departure from her friends and family wasn’t an option, either. Honesty was what they deserved, and they would understand once she explained her situation. She hoped they would.
Once dressed and downstairs, she sought out her father and Lauren, finding them in the kitchen, deep in conversation. “Good morning.”
They turned to her, and her father’s lips lifted into a small smile. “I heard you have your memories back.” She nodded, and he crossed the room, wrapping her in a hug. “I’m sorry.”
She needn’t ask what for. Being taken away from her friends and family, only to later be taken away from her soulmate and other friends, was hard, and her father always knew how she felt. Cora had been the same way.
He kissed her forehead. “I have an errand to run this morning, but I’ll see you before I leave for work.”
She said goodbye, made herself coffee, and leaned on the counter next to Lauren. “Can you deliver a letter to my mother and friends in Vincula for me?”
Lauren smirked. “Want me to take a few nudes to Caius, too?”
Coffee spewed all over the floor as Rory choked. “What is wrong with you?”
Laughing, Lauren pushed off the counter and handed Rory a hand towel to clean up the mess.
“Why would he need a picture when he can see the real thing every night?” Rory asked as she wiped at the mess.
Lauren pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of Rory glaring over her coffee cup. “He misses you during the day, too, you know.”
Rory missed him, too. “I’m still not sending nudes.”
The Angel lifted a shoulder. “Suit yourself, but instead of a letter, you can send them a video.”
“How?” Rory asked, excited. Could they send her one too?
Lauren waved her phone. “There’s no service in Vincula, but Caius can power a phone with his essence. I’ll record a few videos and show them. I don’t need service to play anything from my camera roll.” The Angel paused. “And I had your mother record you something, too.”
Rory’s heart stuttered in her chest. “And you’re just now telling me? Can I see?”
After tapping a few buttons on her phone, Lauren handed it to her. “I wanted to wait until the time was right. I’ll let you watch them in private.”
Tears threatened to make themselves known, but Rory pushed them down. “You act tough, but you’re secretly nice.”
Lauren snorted. “I’m kind, not nice, and I don’t act tough. I am. I’ll be in the living room. Come find me when you’re done.”
Rory’s hands shook as she stared at the phone in her hand, and when she tapped play, the tears sprang free.
“Hello, love,” her mother said into the camera with a familiar smile.
Rory clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle a sob.
“I know you’re already crying, so I’ll make this short.
I’m proud of you, and I’ve always known what you did for the people you saved.
” The sob escaped past her hand, and Rory hung her head in shame.
“Stop feeling ashamed,” her mother scolded, making her laugh.
“I am well and enjoying myself. The only thing missing is you and your father.” Her mother’s eyes sparkled at the mention of her ex-husband.
“Don’t worry about me here, and I’ll see you soon, love. I love you.”
She grabbed a towel and dried her face, willing herself to stop crying. Lauren gave her this, and no matter what the Angel said, she was one of the best people Rory had ever met. Telling her would only end in Rory getting her ass kicked, but she would find a way to repay her.
When she walked into the living room and handed Lauren back her phone, the Angel pocketed it. “Any plans today?” she asked before Rory could thank her. She cleared her throat, and her friend narrowed her eyes. “What pain in the ass thing are you planning today?”
The corner of Rory’s mouth lifted slightly. “I need to speak to Adila, but before that, I need a meeting with everyone here.”
She lifted her eyes to meet Lauren’s. “Why do you need to speak with the Scales of Justice? Better yet, how are you planning to?”
“I’m going to ask her to send me back to Vincula,” she replied, tilting her head. “And I need to tell everyone my plans to leave. After what I put them through, I owe them that.”
Lauren threw her head back, laughing. “You’re just going to waltz into The Capital and demand to speak to Adila? By yourself?”
Taking another drink of coffee, she glared at the Angel. “I thought you or Sam could take me, or at least, get me into The Capital.”
Lauren shook her head. “If what Caius says is true, he and his sister rarely speak. Pair that with the fact that she sentenced him to five-hundred years for a crime he didn’t commit, and I’m guessing she won’t send you back out of the kindness of her heart.”
“Then get me clearance into The Capital,” Rory tried again. “Please.”
“I will not send you to your death.” Lauren stared at her with a dull expression. “Because that’s what going to Adila could mean for you.”
She tried to be patient, but it was hard.
She took a few calming breaths and gritted her teeth.
“I am sick of everyone making decisions for me. I might not be older than the fucking dirt beneath our feet, but I am still an adult capable of making my own decisions, and everyone keeps stealing that from me.”
Lauren looked amused before shaking her head. “It’s good to have you back, Rory.” Rory blinked. What? “I’ll try to find out more about Adila first. Next time Sam and I search the Lux Palace, I’ll see if I can sneak into her quarters. We need to know who we’re up against.”
Rory knew Lauren might knee her if she tried to hug her, so she refrained. “Thank you.” Under her breath, she added, “You are nice.”
Lauren wiped down the already pristine counter, and Rory suspected she was a bit of a clean freak. “I’m not nice.”
Rory grinned. “Whatever you say.”