Page 15 of The Magic of Eternity
Sloane somehow got us back into the burrow and promptly laid me on my back. He spotted a brush pile a little ways from us and ignited it, the heat immediately warming my cool skin and the air around us. I found my legs parting, falling apart, welcoming my mate inside my body. He leaned over me, propping himself up with one forearm and using the other to line himself up.
We both moaned at the sensation of how fucking perfectly we fit together. My body was dripping with my need for him, and he delivered. Our eyes remained locked the entire time, every thrust, every sound of pleasure—it wasn’t enough to feel, to hear. No, we needed toseeit. See it down to the very fucking depths of our souls. Who we were at our cores and how we were made for each other.
My fingernails scored and scratched, encouraging Sloane deeper. Harder. My hips tried to meet his but my round stomach made it a bit difficult. I needed him deeper, and as though he read my mind, he pulled out and rolled me onto my side, settling in behind me. He lifted my left leg, holding me firmly just below the knee before thrusting up into me, hitting that place where I desperately needed him. I cried out, snaking my left arm back and grasping his ass.
Each clench of his muscles against my palm only served to drive me higher, and I turned my head, seeking his lips. We kissed just like we fucked. Wild. Deep. Frantic. My shaking thighs gave my pending orgasm away before I felt it building. My pussy clenched around his thickening cock and we fell over the edge together. Sloane all but roared his pleasure as we shook together, his cock sliding in and out, in and out, until the delicious swelling halted further movement and we lay there, locked together, panting.
“I need you, Saige. I’ll always fucking need you.” He kissed my shoulder, his breath fanning over my skin and causing goosebumps to erupt. “In the darkness, you’re my sunshine. You’re the sun at dawn, chasing the shadows from my wicked soul. I love you, and I’m so sorry, kitten.” A tear fell and skated down my shoulder.
“Sloane,” I breathed. “I’ve been so scared. Worried for you, for what he might do... Every part of my being ached to be near you. I’m not me without you. You have nothing to apologize for, baby. What happened was not your fault.”
His large palm was gripping my hip; I sensed there was something he wanted to ask, so I waited. He lifted his hand, and I saw it tremble above my belly.
“May I?” he whispered so softly I almost didn’t hear him. I took his hand and placed it on the swell of my stomach, my heart soaring at the way his breathing hitched as he felt my pregnant belly for the first time in over a month. “My gods, you’re the most beautiful woman in creation. How are you mine?”
Just then, the babies began moving at the same time. Little punches and kicks, letting us know they were there. Still a part of us. Sloane’s eyes were wide as he glanced at me, and they glittered with emotion.
“Our girls,” he murmured in awe, and I smiled.
“Ours.”
Iwas a fool.
A fucking fool who led his family here to their destruction. Even if I made it out of here alive, I doubted they’d want anything to do with me. I’d fucked everything up. I should have known that Asrael would’ve already made his move. I’d played right into his hands.
The worst part? I didn’t remember shit. And nobody would tell me a bloody thing. I remembered arriving in the throne room and a fight breaking out. Clearly, I’d been knocked out rather quickly, and when I woke, I was in this very room, the same one I’d been in for weeks. Better than a cell in the dungeon, but the problem was that my mind was a fucking dungeon at this point. I was my own jailer, my thoughts my punishment.
Where is Goldie?I snarled and my claws elongated. I hadn’t been in my raw demon form much in years, but since being here, it seemed he liked to make appearances more often than not.
“Fuck!” I shouted when my claw snagged on the progress I’d made. Ever so carefully, I unhooked my nail from the delicate multi-colored yarn and focused on my breathing. I was nearly done with this one. What then?
The door creaked as it opened, but I remained dedicated to my task. I didn’t give a shit who was showing up now. There were only a handful of people I wanted to see, and my nose told me it wasn’t any of them. I refused to give the enemy the satisfaction of getting any sort of reaction from me, even if it was just acknowledgement of their presence.
“Never took you for a domesticated demon, nephew.”
“Never took you for a bitch ass overthrowing motherfucker, uncle. Oh wait, yes. Yes I did,” I fired back without a glance in his direction, resuming my work.
Asrael actually laughed. I did not. He stayed on the other side of the room, fixing himself a drink at the minibar. “Drink?”
“Make it a triple,” I replied, looping the yarn. I couldn’t make a move on him. Without access to my magic now, I’d be killed by the guards posted outside, if Asrael himself didn’t do it first. Just because I could shift into my demon form didn’t mean a whole lot. Without my power, I couldn’t open a portal, jump, conjure, or any of my other abilities. And after what I’d witnessed in the throne room, for the first time he was stronger than I was. We’d always been evenly matched, but whatever mad scientist shit he’d been dabbling in had altered him. He was stronger than any creature I’d ever seen.
I glanced at him, his movements a bit jerky, and his hair askew. His typical photoshoot-ready appearance wasn’t here at the moment, and I wondered why. I figured I’d be finding out soon enough though. In all of my time here, he’d only visited once, and that had been during my recovery. I didn’t recall anything that was discussed, only that he had been there. I’d come to a lot of conclusions during my isolation—since I had all the time in the world to think—but I also had a few loyal guards who had fed me information here and there. Unfortunately, none of them knew the status of my family so I had to garner whatever information I could.
He approached me slowly as he carried our drinks, walking stiffly—like someone had kicked him in the dick. Hopefully, that’s what had happened. Fucker. When he got close enough, I reached down and pressed the button on the side of the chair, sending the footrest up and causing him to have to step back quickly, our drinks nearly sloshing over the rims of the glasses.
If I had to entertain this bastard, I may as well be comfortable in my recliner with my feet propped up.
“You’re a child,” he sneered. “You look fucking ridiculous. What are you wearing? Where did you get a fuzzy pink robe with”—he leaned in to get a closer look—“are thosesnails?”
“I’m the rightful heir to this kingdom. I can wear whatever I want, regardless of what imposter sits his ass on my throne.”
Asrael growled at the thought of there being royalists within these walls, but there were. And there always would be. I was curious how long my uncle had been parading as my father. In the last few years of his life especially, there had been more and more changes in my father’s behavior and personality. Hell, Asrael had likely been drugging him.
“It’s not my fault they love me so much more than you.” I kept my eyes on my work, counting my stitches and ignoring the traitor. Holding my project up, I inspected the pattern, making sure everything looked even. It did. Satisfied, I continued, “I’d suggest cutting back on the killing and rampages. It doesn’t really inspire—”
I was cut off when one of the glasses shattered against the wall just behind my head. Calmly, I set my supplies into the basket next to me on the small end table, not wanting to risk them being destroyed.
“I’ve had enough of your mouth, nephew!” Asrael boomed, pushing back the hair that had fallen into his eyes.
