Page 115 of Cryptic Dreams
He hums again before he sighs. “You did, yeah. I’m just trying to figure out how seeing years of your own memories made that click into place in that pretty head of yours.”
“It just did.” Rolling my eyes again, I wrap my arm around my mate and throw my naked leg over his. “Same as how I remembered the visit with Lorna from when I was little, right down to that weird stuff she said to me both times I’ve seen her.”
“That is very peculiar. Prophets and oracles, roots and beasts.”
Peculiar isn’t a strong enough word.That crap was downright ominous and scary. “You said some of it made sense to you, though.”
“Not so much made sense as it felt familiar. Part of an old nursery rhyme or the like that I vaguely remember from when I was a lad.”
“So there are no physical copies to compare it to, right? Since you’re older than paper…”
I giggle as Wraith growls and quickly rolls on top of me, pinning my arms above my head and flattening his body against mine. “Cheeky little thing, yeah? Giving me shite about my age.” He snaps his teeth in my face as I laugh harder. “To think I’ve been worried sick over you, practically beside myself with concern. All for what? So you can poke fun over the tiny little age gap between us?”
“There is nothingtinybetween us, honey.” I lower my hand to his cheek and smile as he leans into my touch. “I’m sorry you’ve been so worried about me, though.”
“Comes with the territory, yeah? Finding your mate, having everything about who they are ingrained in your very being. Leading a mutinous, traitorous revolution behind the back of two forms of government while trying to bring honor to the title ofmate.” Wraith searches my eyes, those obsidian pools full of so much adoration and love while he does. “You amaze me, Zephyr. Every bloody second we spend together, each time you show me more of who you are, whenever you discover or harness more of your power. I am so fucking grateful that you are mine, and each night I wake, I’m worried that it will be to find all of this was a dream.”
Tears burn my nose and throat as I look up at my wicked prince, slipping down my cheek and back into my hair as he kisses me sweetly.
“I worry over you constantly because I do not deserve you or your love, and because I am a danger to you in every way imaginable but I’m so bloody selfish that I couldn’t give you up if I tried. Having concern for you and your wellbeing is simply part of who I am now and apologizing for it is apologizing for existing in my world, and I won’t have that because my world is nothing without you in it.”
We’ve been awake all of two hours, long enough to feed, take a bath—a non-sexual one because my mate was more focused on my nightmare coming back and relieving that tension—and start discussing everything from last night, and Wraith has me in tears. He’s been good to me from the beginning, even when he was trying not to be but it’s moments like this, the secret tenderness and heartfelt words that destroy me in the best possible way. Especially after knowing how ruthless my mate can be.
“I love you,” I say with a sniffle. “I love you so much.”
“And I, you, my love. I love you in ways I thought I wasn’t capable of.” Then he looks down at me with that devious grin and arches a brow. “I’d like very much toshowyou how much I love you, actually. Perhaps let Excalibur do the talking for me, yeah?”
Giggling like an idiot, I nod as Wraith brushes the tears from my cheeks while repositioning himself, using his knee to push open my thighs. He lines our hips up, his already hard cock nudging my entrance as my mate props himself up on his forearm next to my head, his other hand trailing down the side of my body and lifting my leg to hook it around his waist.
Slowly, and while making extremely intense eye contact, Wraith pushes inside my core, every beautiful inch of him stretching and filling me so full on one languid stroke. He dips his head and kisses me, smiling against my lips as I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer.
Wraith slides almost all the way out and we both groan, the way every vein and ridge glides along my walls, how my pussy grows wetter with each movement something that usually creates urgency between us but now is the most sensual thing I’ve yet to experience.
The eye contact, the pace, the tender looks and passionate kisses. All of it has more tears falling and as Wraith’s thrusts become more forceful without changing our rhythm, the happiness I feel grows right along with how my orgasm builds.
“Zephyr, my love,” he moans as my pussy flutters. “Christ, your cunt is like heaven.”
I lean up and kiss him harder as he stays steady in his pace, Wraith pumping his cock in and out, forceful and deep, but so beautifully slow it’s as if he’s trying to fuck himself into my very soul.
“Yes,” my mate hisses as he nips at my lips. “I’m fucking myself into you heart, your soul, every inch of your body so that you feel me everywhere at all times.”
“Wraith…” His name leaves me on a whimper as my nails dig into his shoulders, as my mate’s cock hits so deep inside that he proves he’s doing exactly what he said he would.
He grunts against my lips as my back bows, as my orgasm rolls down my spine and sends that strange and lovely warmth through my lower belly, and when Wraith begins thrusting harder, as my pussy clamps down around his thickening cock, I know for a fact this male is embedding himself inside me.
“Wraith, honey, I—oh!” My wicked prince angles my hips and hits my g-spot with ease, pulling the first bit of my release from me in a lazy wave of heat.
“I love you,” Wraith moans. “I love you, Zephyr, and I want you to come for me.” He kisses me again, rougher and more urgent, then my mate growls, “Now,my love. Come,now.”
And so help me, I do.
My body jerks and I arch into him as my pussy squeezes his cock so tight Wraith struggles to keep his pace, my orgasm slamming into me almost out of nowhere. I cry out, calling his name, screaming my devotion and love for him into his mouth as my mate kisses me over and over. My nails tear down his back as I come, as I explode around his cock and writhe underneath him. And as Wraith’s grip on my thigh tightens, as the first wave of his release starts to fill me up, my climax crescendos and pulls his orgasm from him in the most beautiful purring sound I have ever heard.
“Fuck,” Wraith says as he presses his forehead to mine, his eyes sliding closed as he shudders. “Slow and sweet isn’t in my nature, but I do love moving inside your perfect body in a way that allows me to feeleverything.”
“Me too.” Placing a hand on his cheek, I smooth my thumb back and forth under his eye. “It was—”
Before I can finish my sentence, our bedroom door is kicked in and my mate is growling in the most menacing way as six members of Atticus’s guard come storming through. Wraith wraps me in his arms, ready to dematerialize us out of here but before he can even try, the glass doors of the balcony explode into the room, the iron swinging wide open as several more loyalists appear and swing silver chains at my mate.
