Chapter 32
I was not sure If I ever slept so well in the last few years.
If I could have chosen a moment to live in forever, it would be this moment right now, with Gwendolyn wrapped in my arms—naked and beautiful like the gods and goddesses made her just for me.
Her rosy skin, her big perky boobs, and her copper hair.
She was like a little robin, and she was mine.
I wanted nothing more right now than to wake her up and have my way with her again, but her body was still too tired for it.
The last days were filled with sex, bonding and tender moments where we spoke about her childhood.
I never knew how lonely I’d felt before until I got to experience life with her.
I wanted to mark her body, learn every story it had to tell.
I longed for so long to experience every moment of joy, sorrow, pain and lust. Trapped in the cave for years, separated from the woman that turned out to be my home.
The only person giving me enough strength to face it all.
To face my demons and hers. There had always been this fear inside me of being rejected by her.
But now, after we bonded, none of it mattered.
It was only us.
My fingers caressed along her back; she had fallen into a deep sleep after our last fuck.
It had been in the shower, where I pressed her head against the wall and made her come several times until she almost passed out.
I needed to remember that she was a human, fragile and tender, and that I couldn’t just do whatever I wanted with her.
During sex, she trailed her fingers down my wings, and they were so incredibly greedy for her touch, which surprised me.
I’d never believed after all those years of torture that I could ever have someone else touching my wings.
However, with my mate it felt like they had been numb before, and her caresses were slowly making them a part of me once more.
She was my light, my hope, whose love and acceptance sealed the fragments of my soul.
I never really thought that I would get to feel like this again.
I couldn’t really heal because I kept on pretending that I wasn’t hurt—that Leanan hadn’t broken me and used me like the toy I was.
Toys weren’t supposed to feel any emotions, and yet here I was, looking at the only good thing in my life that kept me from drowning in that horrible place my head was in.
I stroked her back softly, pressing tender kisses on her skin. “I love you, my little robin,” I whispered against her skin.
I felt her body stirring and waking up through her soft movements. Her beautiful brown eyes fluttered open, gazing at me and smiling.
“I love you more,” she responded, and stroked along my arms, her fingers resting on a scar. “All your scars belong to me now, Malakai.”
“I’m not sure if you would want them. They aren’t really my most attractive trait,” I jokingly replied, my gaze however serious.
I knew she hated the person behind them, that it was part of our shared connection to want to rip anyone apart that would hurt your other half. It was also much harder for her, as my scars kept reminding her of my past—it was written all over my body. Every streak, every scar, every bite mark.
“Each scar tells a story, Malakai, and I want to listen and own every single one of them,” she voiced, her lips curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
At some point, when I was ready, I’d tell her everything.
But right now, I just wanted to be closer to her, to feel her, to kiss her and own her.
I needed to be sure that she wouldn’t leave me, even if I was broken and used.
Because when that woman decided to carve her filthy hands into my skin, she’d touched the inches only belonging to the woman in my arms. I pressed my lips against hers and just drowned in her sweetness, the pleasure of her skin, her touch.
I wanted to keep her in my bedroom, locked away forever.
Only her and I. Only us. She was the salvation to my sins, my pain, my sadness, and my darkness. She was the cure for everything.
Her hands tangled in my hair while she pressed her lips against mine, her beautiful naked body straddling my hips. My cock was already hard and ready for her.
“We shouldn’t. You’re still sore,” I told her, too afraid of hurting my love.
Gwendolyn smiled as she caressed her fingers over my shoulders. “I know, but you can be gentle,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.
“Wasn’t I gentle with you last time?” I asked.
She smirked at my question.
“You were… although you did make me rise in the air every now and then with your cock.”
I laughed, embarrassment creeping through me. It was true, as soon as I was buried inside this heavenly pussy, I couldn’t even control the movements of my own wings anymore.
“And whose fault is that?” I pressed a kiss on her forehead, my fingers stroking through the beautiful strands of her hair.
She hugged her body tightly to mine like she was afraid that I was putting distance between us again.
I hated that I’d pushed her away. I wanted her, but I was afraid that my darkness would get to her. I didn’t feel worthy enough.
All of a sudden, a loud boom shook the room, and then the door was thrown open. The connection to my mate immediately reached out to me with the aim to protect her, causing my wings to shield her.
“Malakai, there had been traces of dark magic which Damien sensed through the Veil… Gwendolyn needs to be put under our protection.” Xavier ran to the bed, his voice trembling as he took her in his arms.
“Xavier…?” Her voice was tired. I could tell by her reactions that she still hadn’t fully woken up yet. Her body was still tired from me being wild with her the last few days. The way he breathed her in, as though her scent was the only thing keeping him in check.
“I missed you,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead before bringing her hands to his chest. “You look very exhausted, my love,” he stated with a frown on his face, knowing it was my fault. He took her hands in his, pressing kisses on each one of her fingers.
I must feel jealous, but I knew that Xavier and my brother Damien were mated to her as well, and it was part of our natural instincts to protect her.
She sat up and hooked her little arms around him.
She was naked and her delectable body kindled a palpable hunger inside me.
If Xavier wasn’t here with us right now, I would have taken her against the bed again.
The last three days just weren’t enough for me.
Hell, I was not sure if I could ever get enough, she was my sanctuary I’d worship for as long as I live.
The downside of sharing a mate is that I couldn’t have her for myself all the time.
“Where is Damien?” I asked, hoping that my little brother didn’t attempt something stupid, as his inner dragon never settled when it came to her. I stroked my fingers against her calves, and she smiled at me. Gosh, that smile lit up an entire room, and it went straight to my cock.
“I informed him that he should meet us here. He doesn’t know the details yet.” Xavier grabbed her chin to stare him right into the eyes and pressed his lips against hers possessively.
Although I had been used by his mother, physically and emotionally, I somehow survived because I knew about my mate outside of this cave and I wanted nothing more than to meet her.
Gwendolyn thought she was my poison, but she was my healing, the cure to my soul.
My baby stood up and threw a robe around her body.
The white cotton encased her beautiful curves.
“What are we doing now?” Her question brought me and Xavier out of our thoughts as we were both ogling at her like crazy priests who have never seen a naked female body before.
Her cheeks blushed, and she grinned at us—God, whenever she was embarrassed, angry or nervous her cheeks turned a delightful color that made me hard.
“My love, are you alright?” My brother stormed into the room, immediately lifting Gwendolyn into his arms as he trailed kisses along her face.
“Don’t eat her face,” I told him. Damien rolled his eyes at me and then asked, “What happened?”
Gwendolyn was still tightly wrapped in his arms. Damn, I really wanted him to give her to me. I’ve been so incredibly touch starved for her.
“One of our soldiers alerted us that dark magic had impregnated the air, and many are convinced that Leanan indeed found out where Carnivalland is located,” Xavier explained to Damien.
“Don’t forget, we all are mated to Gwendolyn now,” he said, his eyes trailing along her barely covered body.
“The bond will become stronger. Our powers will intensify. It was the reason why Gwendolyn had been cursed and reborn as a human to prevent us from finding and bonding with her. To prevent the sea god from finding its mate so that the revelation wouldn’t come true,” I said.
“We need to kill her,” Gwendolyn stated. “That is all that matters to me, I know she is your mother, Xavier…”
Xavier grabbed Gwendolyn’s face, making her eyes gaze directly into his, and said, “She was only my producer, never a mother. I will gladly torture her before she dies, but we need to make sure you are safe. I told you many times, I won’t take the risk of losing you ever again.”