Page 59 of Imbalance
When she moaned out my name, I lost it just a bit and wrapped an arm around her waist, locking her against me as I thrust up into her tight heat. Her nails dug into my shoulders, the scent of blood filling the space, and she seemed to only grow more wet, crying out my name. When her first climax hit, I swear to the fucking devil, I almost came right there and then.
I wanted her to come more, though. The realization that I could have her making these noises and feeling this way becoming like a toxic addiction I never wanted to be cured of. I willed my shadows to reach out and caress her breasts, teasing her nipples as I increased my pace, the sound of me moving in and out of her filling the space in an erotic symphony. When my shadows brushed over her clit as well, a surprised moan slipped from her fuckable lips.
“How?”
"The shadows are mine to command in whatever way I see fit," I growled, and my hips began to buck more to meet every downward movement of hers. I could feel my climax approaching, and my entire body was tense and keyed up, wanting more than anything to spill inside of her and feel the mixture of our come on my cock.
“Holy shit,” she breathed out, the combined sensations of my shadows, the darkness, and us fucking becoming too much. Her walls clenched around me, and she cried out my name, making me bury myself inside of her completely, holding her hips down so I could spill every drop of my seed inside of her.
I felt a surge of masculine pride as she collapsed against my chest, her breathing rough and uneven as I wrapped one arm further around her waist and then threaded my fingers through her hair to hold her head to my chest against my rapidly beating heart.Fucking hell. That was amazing.
My cock clearly agreed, because I was still hard inside of her, trying to resist the urge to further pump into her, knowing she was probably tired. I would have loved to make her come again, though…with Ama, she would always come first and never be wanting.
We were breathing heavily and stayed in that position for a few moments as we collected ourselves. I breathed in the moment and committed every second to memory. Sharing her body and heart with me was something I would never take for granted, and I’d spend every moment of my life worshiping her.
Her breathing turned gentle and steady, and I knew after a moment she had fallen asleep on me. Nudging her awake after a while, I told her, "Let's get your clothes back on so I can bring us back, okay? If not, the others will probably lose their shit."
She let out a soft, knowing laugh at that before slipping off me, while murmuring something under her breath about clothes being overrated. As much as I agreed, I’d never risk her being exposed to anyone who wasn't her mate. I reached for her clothes and managed to finagle them onto her. Whether they were on the correct way or not was something I wasn't sure about, but at least she'd be covered.
I whisked us away in the shadows and back to our palettes in the tent, letting the shadows fade around us as we settled in. I found Ama staring up at me with a soft smile, her face flushed and eyes dark with heat, making me want to kiss her all over again. Which was why, when I heard movement, I startled and jerked, looking to my right and seeing Colt sitting there, staring at us.
That was creepy as shit.
Ama stirred in my arms, and I felt the moment she saw his attention on us as she stiffened, like she was caught doing something wrong. I refused to let her feel that way, and I prepared myself to give him an earful if he was going to shame her.
Shockingly, the Fallen prince simply pushed to his feet and said, "I was just making sure you guys returned safely." When he exited the tent, there wasn’t the normal tension and animosity I usually felt coming off him. I really felt like he’d meant that.
He was really changing for the good of the group, and I was happy as hell to see it.
Ama pressed a kiss to my cheek and whispered, "I'm going to check on him really quick. That was odd for him." Odd, yes. But not in a bad way.
No part of me felt slighted at her leaving after our shared intimate moment, and I pressed a kiss to her forehead, understanding completely.
As she left my embrace and walked away towards Colt, I realized she was probably about to have another intimate moment, but this time it would be an emotional one, which was something I knew Colt desperately needed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Colt
The vibrant colors of the flames dancing in the fire before me captivated me as I watched the way individual flames would ebb and flow in a teasing manner around each other before merging into one big flame. That's how I wanted Ama and I to be. I wanted us to be individuals who learned how to live in harmony together in a way that merged our passions, desires, and unique traits into a beautiful inferno of happiness.
I sounded like a fucking sap. That woman had completely twisted my reality, and I found myself questioning whether I knew which way was up or down in life at this point. In a way, she brought me both everything I wanted in a partner and everything I’d been taught to not want.
She pushed my buttons and had a sass that made my arrogant side revel in the challenge she presented. Sure, that made me sound like a bastard, which I partly was, but I'd always longed for someone who could challenge me mentally. So far, I had come up short with every woman who’d tried to lure me into her grasp.
Being by my side had been a spot that many coveted, wanting to become next in line to be queen of our Kingdom. This brought out a fuck ton of shady women who thought that they could play their mind games on me. Perhaps one would think that would have provided me the mental challenge I desired by evading their tactics, but that wasn't the kind I was interested in.
I wanted a woman who would call me out on my bullshit when I was being a downright ass or if I said something that was wrong. I'd push back and try to steamroll her at that moment, and I needed someone who would double down and fight back tooth and nail.
I craved that kind of mental fortitude and stimulation, and I had found it in Ama. The beautiful hybrid who, for all intents and purposes, should have been off limits in my head. My parents had been open about their dislike for hybrids my entire life, and while I hadn't quite adopted their mentality, hybrids had still firmly been the last option in my mind for a companion or wife.
When Ama had run into me at the restaurant bar in Mortem's territory, she had changed my life with her sass and the audacity she’d had to smack me with her wing. Who knew I'd be such a glutton for punishment? She hadn’t let me get away with acting like I was too good for her when I’d thought she was a Succubus trying to lure me in, and she’d damn well made me realize what a cocky fuck I had sounded like.
She made me question myself, which was something that rarely happened. I had been raised being told that confidence in myself and my abilities was key to becoming a great king one day. That I needed to believe in who I was more than anyone else if I expected our people to follow me. I was told they would detect any ounce of weakness.
So, I’d built a wall around myself that had an air of arrogance and self-assuredness.
But deep down, I had always hoped for a woman to come along who could challenge those mental walls and wouldn't hesitate to rip them down. Ama had done that, but I had pushed her away, initially. It had been the moment we had been transported outside the capital, just seconds after my parents had been slain, and we had been arguing over what to do from there.
