Page 55 of Reigning
Tingling pain stings along my skin, and I know he feels the exact same thing. He flinches but never pulls away. He accepts it. He doesn’t understand it but he trusts me entirely. So he holds still. The cutting energy turns harsh, and my hands shake as something slices from him to me.
It’s over in a matter of seconds, both of us breathing heavy and painful breaths.
“…did you…did you just give me my dragon back?”
I swallow down the pride I feel at how happy he looks right now.
“Your dragon was always there, Kain. A divide was just cut between you and him. I took the blockade away.”
Neither of us notice the third ember flickering between our palms. He stares at me like I created the stars that shine down on us right now. No one’s ever looked at me like I’m as special as Kain does.
He sees something more in me. I feel like I’m something more because of him.
A single chaste kiss presses to my jaw, and then the corner of my mouth, and then my lips with the slowest, wanting kiss I’ve ever experienced. I feel that want deep inside myself.
But he steps back before my lips ever part.
He leaves the burning jar in my hands and walks slowly back to the other three men.
And then there’s just one more, standing with his arms folded, seeming happy but…distant.
“Come here, Sin.”
Crimson eyes narrow on me, and he shakes his head ever back and forth.
“If a demon so much as whispers a thank you into that little dragon jar, it’ll implode, love.”
“You don’t know that.” I don’t take my gaze off of him.
We challenge each other. Seconds pass, his arms held in place against his chest.
Then he comes to me.
Just like I asked.
His tattooed hand slips over mine. His other palm is hesitant, but he covers my small hands completely, attention locked on me.
“This is a bad fucking idea, love,” he whispers over the jar.
“You love bad ideas,” I throw back at him.
He smiles like sex and sin, and it’s then that I wonder if maybe this is a bad idea.
But I’ll do it anyway.
Because Sinister Savoy is mine. And I’m his.
“I promise to never keep any part of myself from you. I spent a long time not saying and doing so many things. I’m done with that.”
This is a therapeutic process as much as a heartwarming ceremony. I feel the weight of their love as well as the weight of my promises enter this tiny jar.
And the way that Sinister’s crimson gaze sobers, I know he feels it, too.
He takes a single step forward, lining his lips up with the edge of the jar to whisper into it just right before he speaks slowly and clearly into it with that delicious accent of his.
“I promise to always wait for you, Arrie. I promise to make up for the time I missed with you. I promise to make up for all that time I couldn’t love you. I promise to always be your friend. Your lover. Yourmate.”
Fire crackles violently within the glass, consuming the herbs inside until all three little embers are ablaze in a single flame of everlasting fire.
Then the hellhound kisses his mate.
And I just know, the fire between the five of us will always burn.
The End.
