Before I do, I see that Calythra is speaking to Jamie, while Varek is talking to Shanae, giving us a moment to speak silently.“If they bring people here and intercept them before they meet their fated mates, then they control the power that comes from the bond. They could harness it for themselves. But if that’s the case, why? What’s the endgame?”I wonder if it is her or someone acting on her behalf and if it’s about securing the strength of her queendom.
Solan doesn’t answer right away. When he does, his voice is cautious.“It’s a possibility. But it’s not something we should bring up to Varek yet. Not until we have more answers.”
I agree, but the thought gnaws at me. If we’re right, it means this entire situation is more deliberate—and more dangerous—than I’d imagined.
Jamie looks back at me, his gaze steady and far too wise for his age. “Uncle Jack, we can’t just do nothing.”
His words cut through my swirling thoughts. He’s right. Again. As much as I want to shield him, to keep him safe and hidden, and to brush aside his words, I know it’s not that simple.
“Yeah, mate,” I say quietly, the weight of his conviction settling over me. “You’re right. We’ll figure it out. Together.”
Varek is quick to pounce. “So, you’ll join the cause?”
Bloody hell. Is that what I’m agreeing to? “It’s not just up to me.”
Calythra straightens. “If it’s what Jamie wants, then I’m here.”
I wince, not wanting this responsibility at all. But wanting and the right thing to do are two different things.
Jamie looks at me with determination. “I’m in, Uncle Jack. We have to stop her.”
Fuck it all to hell.
Solan, standing beside him, nods firmly. “Count me in too. We’ll do whatever it takes.”
I glance at Calythra, then back at Jamie and Solan, my heart sinking. “All right. We’ll do this together. But no one gets hurt.”Or taken or gets dead, I add silently to myself.
Varek’s grin is wide and disarming as he takes a step towards us. “Welcome to the rebellion.”
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
I can’t look away.Solan’s pearlescent horns in my grasp while I fuck his throat is quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, let alone experienced. His large fingers clutch my arse, spreading me open and holding on. But it’s the third tendril slipping inside my channel that finally has me looking away from his sexy-as-fuck horns.
“Fuuuckkkkk.” I drag the word out, arching my back and looking at the rough-cut ceiling of our cave room, eyes catching on the blue veins pulsing with light. “There.” My grunt follows as my hips stutter.
My cock is wedged in his throat. I try to pull away, but he holds tight, swallowing around me while brushing one of his tendrils over my prostate.
“Holy fucking shitting hell… fuuuckkkkk!” I love everything about his hair, his tendrils: how much control he has over them, when he chooses, how they react almost instinctively to me and my needs. Everything.
He pulls away with a pleased grunt, loosening my cock from the tight squeeze of his throat and then lapping at me.
“Solan.” I snap my eyes to his, then down to his forked tongue, which he strokes over my dick. “So fucking good.” Ishudder, and his eyes move to mine, heat and lust swirling in their depths.
Last night, Solan took great delight in finding my prostate and discovering what exactly it does to me. Right now, what we should be doing is cleaning the group of cave rooms we’ve been assigned while Calythra entertains Jamie, but it’s taken us less than seventy-two hours of completing our bond to work out that once we’re alone, it’s damn near impossible to keep our hands—or our mouths—off each other.
“You taste like molten fire,” Solan murmurs against my skin, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver through me. “Like sunsets over burning fields, all heat and sweetness.” He presses a hot kiss to my thigh, then another, trailing up until his mouth closes around my cock again.
I groan, tightening my grip on his horns, the smooth surface warm under my fingers. There’s a faint texture to them, like glass kissed by the sea, polished but alive, radiating his energy. When my thumbs trace the ridges near their base, his entire body jolts, his throat tightening around me.
“Fuck, Solan,” I gasp, sliding my hands along the length of his horns, savouring the way his breath hitches. I wonder, wild and half-drunk on lust, if I could actually ride one of them. Am I dexterous enough to pull it off? I almost laugh at the absurdity of the thought, but the idea clings, sparking heat in my veins. Even if I can’t, his tongue is plenty long enough to hit my deepest spot—and those damn tendrils?—
One snakes deeper, teasing my prostate again, and I lose all coherent thought. My hips jerk forwards, forcing him to take me further into his throat, and he growls, the vibration echoing through my core.
I tighten my fingers instinctively on his horns, and he moans, the sound almost a plea. His arousal spikes, a physical wave that crashes into me through our bond. I feel him grow harder andhotter against my thigh, his need feeding mine in an endless loop.
“Shit—Solan—I’m—” The words barely escape before pleasure explodes, ripping through me like wildfire. His tendrils tighten their hold, his mouth working me through it, and I swear I see a whole sparkling galaxy.
