Page 85 of Vathia
She places her hand in mine and a strange feeling and familiarity courses through me, but I shake it off. It’s probably just that weird dream I had. As much as I would like to press a little more, unconvinced by her too-fast brushing off of my question, now is not the time. I’ll wait until she’s ready to talk. Without wasting another second, I pull the shadows around us and move us swiftly through the shadow realm, pulling us out at the infirmary.
She lets go and runs towards the bed where several healers are rushing around Dante frantically.
Aemon comes over to me. “He should be fine—we got him here just in time, but it will be a long recovery.”
I nod. “I’m glad, Cynder was really worried. I think there might be something going on between them.”
His eyes sparkle with mirth. “I think I have to agree with you, Little Dream.”
My eyes widen. “Dreams! Can I ask you something?”
The mirth disappears and his brows furrow with confusion. “Of course. You can ask me anything.”
My hands wring together and I walk to a more quiet corner, not wanting to be overheard. I gesture for Aemon to lean in and when he does, I explain the dream to him that I had with Cynder, Aemon’s brows practically in a knot by the end of it.
“I’m going to monitor your dreams again. Usually Skuggi need to know the fae they pull into their dreams, and I’ve never heard of fae blocking their faces. You should have been able to manipulate the dream. I’m going to do some research on this. For now, just go to Jesper and relax. I have a feeling it’s going to be getting busy around here and you’re going to need all the strength you can get. As for Cynder, maybe she just doesn’t remember. Some fae are like that when it comes to dreaming.”
He leans down and presses his lips against mine and moans. “You taste even more delicious than I remember.”
“If I remember correctly, you tasted me just this morning.” I wink, giving him a peck on the cheek. Then guilt presses in on me for wanting to get frisky with my mates when one of them is grieving. Fuck. Killian’s mother is dead. I don’t remember meeting her as a fledgling, and I know her and Kill had a turbulent relationship, but losing a parent is never easy. I would know. I lost five in one fell swoop.
He presses me against the wall, bracing himself on his forearm above my head while his tendrils trace the column of my neck. “Kill will be okay, Rav. He needs to work this out for himself; he will come to us when he’s ready, and while we wait, I will taste you again tonight if you’re a good mate and do as I’ve told you,” he purrs, running his nose along me.
“Promise?” I ask, and he knows I’m asking for both things.
“Promise. Now go see Jesper to help and leave Kill to sort out his thoughts. I will find you later, my heart,” he whispers before blinking away, leaving me in a puddle.
Damned males, I swear they enjoy riling me up; but I need the distraction, otherwise I will go hunt Kill down and, if what the guys say is right, he won’t be receptive to it. At least Jesper is going to be in for a surprise when I find him. He won’t even see it coming.
I DEBATE ON walking to Jesper’s room but the need to have his hands on me has me pulling on the shadows before it’s even a thought in my head. The comforting coolness of the shadows wrap around me and within seconds I drop from the ceiling right on top of him on the chaise lounge in his room.
His hands fly to my waist as I straddle him. “Fuck Beastie, you scared the dragon shit out of me,” he gasps, his eyes wide as he checks me over.
I smirk, leaning it to kiss him, my body still reeling from Aemon’s teasing. “Well, I’ve got to keep you on your toes,” I tell him, pressing my lips to his again, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I was told to come and relax with you, but Aemon got me all riled up—”
He flips me over with a growl. “Say no more. Actually say all the things you want. I could listen to you talk all day as long as you let me taste my treat that’s hidden between your pretty thighs.”
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Yes. Please. Do that.”
His smile turns predatory as his fingers quickly unlace my leathers before ripping them down off my legs leaving me bare. “Fates. I will never get used to you bare before me, frazzled and needy. You want my tongue in your cunt, licking and sucking until you scream my name loud enough for the whole castle to hear?”
I groan and go to help get the job started when a hand wraps around my wrist. When I glance up, Jesper is grinning at me with mischief. My gaze widens as my eyes bounce back and forth between… two… Jespers?
“Illusion magick,” he states. “While I’m tasting the magick between your legs I want to watch you take my cock in your mouth.” His gaze never leaves me as his tongue darts out and swipes up my center, while Jesper Two undoes his pants.
My chest heaves with excitement. “Yes please.”
He groans and sucks on my clit. Hard. It makes me gasp as I grab for Jesper Two’s hips, pulling his illusion closer. It feels so real, but not. The illusion takes his thumb and parts my lips before placing his cock gently on my swollen lip. An offering. One I greedily accept as I swallow him down, sucking and twirling my tongue around the sensitive tip.
“Fucking fates, Ravina. That might be the second hottest thing I’ve seen in my entire life,” he growls right before diving back in and feasting on me. His tongue darts in and out of me before swirling around my clit like a forbidden ritual.
Heat builds in my stomach and the moans I make around Jesper Two have him thrusting deeper into my throat until my Jesper nips my clit, sending me right over the edge. The illusion disappears and Jesper’s lips are on mine in a frenzy.
“I could watch you suck my cock all day, but right now I need to be inside you. I want to have you squeezing me so tight I’ll never be able to leave this perfect pussy. Please tell me I can fuck you,” he begs, panting. His eyes are wild with need much like how I imagine I look right now.
“Fuck me, Jesper. I need you.”
He wastes no time entering me, stretching me in all the right places. Jesper’s groan is near guttural as he slowly thrusts his hips against me, murmuring in tongues between kisses.
