Page 107 of The Legacy of Ophelia
“It’s yours,” he answered both aloud and down the bond. Dropping one hand from my waist, he rubbed tight circles at the apex of my thighs.
I threw my head back as I cried out, feeling like pure starfire, and his chuckle rumbled down our soul bond. He kept up his pace, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. He was almost there, too, his movements more erratic and his cock impossibly hard within me.
A ball of glowing euphoria was building in my chest, heat undulating around my hips and spine.
“Kiss me,” I demanded this time. His lips slammed to mine, as rough as his hand on my waist and as delicious as every inch of him.
We came together for the first time since our Fatesworn bond woke, and the ecstasy that crashed through me was brighter than starfire and sweeter than fresh wine. It seared me, Cypherion’s slip of soul dancing against mine. The two tangled, sealing with this connection, and I swore I came again just from that caress.
Damaged soul against damaged soul.
Sweat-slicked skin against sweat-slicked skin.
Pounding heart against pounding heart.
I soared through that burst of bliss, and starfire continued to flash, but it didn’t stop as I came down.
No, the burning, searing white only glowed brighter and brighter, this new height of power opening the way for something else. And then, thanks to all the magic unlocked and tumbling through my body tonight, a powerful reading slammed into me.
My euphoria was replaced with one that was tainted and rotten. An image solidified within the trails of white fire, so quick I couldn’t be sure which Fate was sending them. Long pale hair and a horrifying mist.
Echnid.
He was glowing with a terrible glee, the power ebbing around him in excited pulses. I could practically feel the joy rolling off him.
Along with something else—a beat of desperation from someone I couldn’t see, but whom I thought I knew in the back of my mind.
Battles filtered through the light. Tolek and Malakai, swords pointed at each other. Ophelia and Jezebel amid cracking lightning. Cypherion facing down a being with huge powerful wings. Santorina drenched in blood.
Echnid wavered back into view. He was talking, but I couldn’t hear him. There was an elation in his expression and a successful gleam in his eye that turned my stomach over.
“No,” I gasped.
Because from the images playing out now, it was clear what this reading was warning of. And based on the sharpness of them, it was close to occurring. And then, I was ripped from the session, the white fire incinerating in a burst of shooting stars.
“Stargirl?” a panicked voice asked.
Arms wrapped around me, holding me tight to a sweaty chest. Bergamot and sage. Heated skin. A heartbeat that mirrored my own.
“Breathe with me,” Cypherion said, and I mimicked his inhales until I could speak.
“He knows,” I forced out, panting. “Echnid knows how to banish the gods. He’s about to act.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Ophelia
“Where exactly are we going?”Tolek asked as I dragged him through the stone garden behind the guest house, the dunes sprawling beyond. The sun was just setting, the sky a dusky purple and air crisp with promises of the night.
“I had an idea.”
Tol’s eyes lit up. “My favorite sentence.”
He followed me from the walkway around the side of the house, and a pair of wide white wings greeted us.
“Back already, Sapphire?” Tol asked, brows raised.
“Cypherion sent her back as soon as he landed. Said he’d stay and fly back with Vale on Dynaxtar.” I brushed a hand down my pegasus’s side and pressed my forehead to hers, breathing her in for a moment, feeling for that thing inside of me that had always connected us. “Are those wings up for another flight?”
