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His lips hungrily make their way down my neck, across my chest and to my nipple, pulling it into his mouth and eliciting a whole new wave of pleasure. The rough calluses of his hands scrape across my body and the burning pit of need in my lower stomach builds faster than I anticipated.
“Jesper,” I whine. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
He growls, thrusting harder, but never loses his pacing. “Come for me, Beastie. Let me feel your cunt strangle my cock.”
He bites down on my nipple and the world explodes around me. My vision tunnels and I scream his name as my body submits to the pleasure my mate has brought.
As I come to, my chest is heaving. I try to catch my breath and Jesper is staring down at me with so much love and affection.
He swipes a stray piece of my hair out of my face before softly kissing me. “Watching you come on my cock is the best experience of my life, I swear. Other than bonding you and finding out that you’re still alive. I’m fucking honored I get the spend the rest of my life with you. Fighting by your side. In your bed. Watching you when you think I’m not.”
I laugh and the sound makes his eyes twinkle. “I love you too, Jespie. Now… Wanna do that again in the shower?”
He hauls me up and runs towards his bathroom and I don’t think I’ve laughed this hard in awhile. I just hope this joy can outlast what I know is to come.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
THE NEXT FEW DAYS CONSIST of training and planning for multiple scenarios, but it has me anxious. We don’t have enough information, especially regarding the Soul Stone. We haven’t heard from Amethyst other than the letter she left for us, which Aemon and Talyn keep poring over, hoping to find some sort of hidden code she might have left for us to decipher.
Tensions are rising, and each day that passes makes me feel like I’m going out of my mind with worry. Worry for my citizens, friends and mates. Vasari and her mates have been taking off for most of the days searching for something, but they’ve been very closed-lipped about what. Fucking dragons and their secrets.
But Nero and I have been training hard, mastering my magick, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so confident in using it. We have been working hard to build the bond between us as well. Something has shifted in the familiar bond, and it feels more durable than it has ever been. Jesper has been keeping watch over me while Nero and I share our minds, and jumping from his to mine is becoming much quicker but there’s still room for improvement.
Killian hasn’t said a word since the news of his mother, and it’s worrying me. Occasionally he’ll grunt, but mostly it’s just been him and his sword and many, many destroyed practice targets. The others convinced me to give him space and let him come to me, but I’m not sure how much longer I can just sit when I can practically feel how much he’s hurting. I know he needs me. He’s struggling and I want to be able to help. But like the others, he isn’t the same male I remember. I don’t know how he’s going to react, but I know for sure he won’t hurt me.
Talyn strides into the room where I’m polishing and maintaining the weapons we have with the others. “Derfenë hassent word that fae are showing up in droves. The evacuation plan is working.”
I place my blade down in front of me as Aemon breathes out a sigh of relief. “That’s good,” he says, visibly relaxing. “One less thing for us to worry about. Any word from my mother?”
Talyn’s face turns grim as he shakes his head. “No, but Amethyst is crafty. I’m sure she’s fine. She’s been running Vathia for as long as I can remember. Even when your father was still in charge. Plus you know she was never one to sit on the sidelines and have others do things for her.”
He nods, scrubbing his hand through his white hair for the hundredth time today. Without a word, I get up and move across the room towards him, placing myself in his lap. “Want to help me with my shadows today?” I grin softly at him, knowing that idle hands will only make the mind churn more with worry.
“I would love that, Little Dream,” he murmurs, pulling me close, and slowly I feel the tension he is holding release.
Jesper clasps his hands together, the noise gaining everyone’s attention. “Well, now that that is settled, I’m starving and I can practically smell lunch drifting down the halls. Cynder and Evander are probably already there eating it all.” He pouts as he continues to twirl the blade he was cleaning only moments ago.
At that moment my stomach growls, and each of the male’s gazes goes directly to my belly.
“She’s dying!” Jesper cries as he hops up out of his spot and barrels towards me, but right before he reaches Aemon and I, we are wrapped in shadows and blinking across the castle and into the dining room that overlooks the ocean. The white-washed bricks gleam with the high sun and the water is calm. There’s not a cloud in sight as the wind gently ruffles the gauzy curtains that line the wall of glassless windows.
The table is full of food. Fresh fruits, vegetables, and a variety of hot sandwiches are spread out on circular plates. My mouth waters as I begin filling my plate, making sure to grab some for Nero who is already hopping down my arm onto the table towards what I think are roast beef sandwiches.
“Ravina!” Cynder says. “I was looking for you this morning. Do you think we can talk later?” she asks with a hint of nervousness lacing her tone.
“Of course! Come meet me in the library this evening.” I smile, hoping to put her at ease.
She’s been a bit jumpy since she and the others came back from their failed attempt at rescuing Killian’s mother. I’ve rarely had a chance to see her outside of meals which she barely ever attends; Evander usually takes her meals while she sits with Dante.
Cynder dips her head, and her shoulders droop with relief of some kind.
Suddenly the doors swing open and Jesper comes storming in. “You’re lucky you’ve already mated her, Aemon. Snatching her away from me like that...” He shakes his head in mock disappointment. He moves over to me and begins piling my plate with even more food. “As long as I’m alive I never want to hear your stomach trying to kill you again. Snacks, I’ll need to carry snacks,” he mutters as he adds another sandwich to my plate.
Mel and Ember have come into the room at this point, and I’m barely holding back my laughter as I watch them barely contain theirs.
“I didn’t think you were such a mother hen,” Ember states dryly, her lip twitching with amusement.
Rozen shakes his finger in Jesper’s direction. “No, I think he’s onto something. You females get grouchy when you’re notfed,” he states brazenly as he grabs Ember’s plate and begins filling it up.
