"Don't you fucking stop and don't you dare slow down."
That was all the consent he needed. Snarling harshly, he kissed me again, feeding me more of his blood from his nicked lip, furiously pounding into me. All his fears, frustrations, and worries were being relinquished onto my body and I goddess damn loved every minute of it.
My release shot through me like Hell’s fire and I felt Emon's hand rip from my ass to cover my mouth while his own buried into the crook of my neck, sinking his teeth into my skin and sending me crashing towards another release that blinded me with an explosion of stars. My mind numb, I was only half aware of his own muffled roar as he came with deep irregular jerks, spilling his essence so far inside me that I fully believed he had indeed accomplished what he set out to do.
There would be no separating Emon from me. Not on any level of this universe's existence.
Not ever.
Chapter 34
Mysoulmatewasafucking gorgeous mess, staring at me utterly dazed and satiated as I approached her with a clean dampened cloth I had dug from the trunks nearby. Slumped against the wooden post I had just taken her against, I couldn't help but purr with pride at the way I could fucking undo her—just like the way she undid me.
Even now my heart still thundered in my chest, my body still roared with the aftershocks of pleasure, my mind still screamed to never stop touching her, and my soul still craved to claim every inch of her.
She watched me through hooded eyes when I tenderly wiped away the blood I hadn't managed to lick and kiss from her. She was right, she was no damsel, she was a stunning savage that wielded death to perfection—the very death that always sought her.
A fact that had me trembling withrage.
Those demons had taken her blood. I could scent every single one on her body and they were now my new prey. The need to kill the ones she hadn’t killed herself, radiated through every fiber of my being—and I would do it too…someday. Growling softly, I controlled my fury, kissing her healed wounds where I knew hidden beneath her pale skin, new scars had formed.
"The demon's name is Zazion. Turns out he owes someone a huge favor," I whispered to her, kissing her lips softly and moving that cloth over her shoulders to wash the grime and blood from her arms.
My grin flashed in the darkness when she only hummed back to me. I goddess damn loved this part of her. When I fucked the words right out of her, destroying her mind to a puddle of satisfied mush…barely able to make just one comprehensive word.
"Someone," I continued, wiping her gently between her legs, our mingling scents lighting up my desire for her all over again—I was a fucking beast after all and she….she was an addiction of the best kind, obliterating all my other senses so that there was just her and the darkness that claimed my light. A light that would never shine for anyone else, so consuming was her grip on my heart and soul. "Someone…that has powerful sight. Someone, with the ability to see things happen before they occur. Someone. that is fae."
Remnant's hand snapped out to my wrist, gripping it tightly and stopping me. My eyes rose to those gorgeous emerald depths that I could drown in, seeing keen understanding shining within.
I smirked. My soulmate's mind was fully back to its cunning functional status.
"Penina." She released my wrist and stepped away, making quick work of returning her clothing to its proper state. I eyed her shorts…were they even clothing?
"Likely," I grunted.
Tearing off a piece of leather that had ripped from her vest, she pulled her hair back with a ragged sigh and wrapped the strap at the crown of her head. The long length of her ponytail swinging, her blue highlights flashing in the dim darkness. "What else aren't you telling me, shifter? That cannot be the reason you decided to play bait…again."
Tossing the cloth to the side, my lips thinning with irritation, I braided my own hair back roughly. "That fucking demon called our daughter the heir to the Faerie throne."
The flush from our lovemaking rushed quickly from my soulmate’s skin, her hair whipping across her face as she turned to look at me. "No. Absolutely not. Not ever. Faerie can not have her…she is ours. The fae…" Her voice broke and instinctively I was in front of her, pulling her into my arms. "That's why Deirdre wants her. Riella is a threat to Deirdre's plans…but why give her up then? Why place her in The Under for me to find?" she whispered into my chest.
I ran my fingertips up and down her spine. "There have to be players hidden in these games we have not identified yet…someone else may be playing Deirdre's strings—and it seems, it might be in our favor this time."
My hands fell away as Remnant began to pace the darkened room. Unaware, she summoned the shadows to her, their darkness swirled around her fingertips like sparks ready to ignite. "Falcon is not discreet enough to be able to deceive Deirdre. She called herself a goddess the last time…a blood goddess."
Crossing my arms, I enjoyed the sight of her magnificent mind at work.
"That could mean the Blood God must be a part of all this…how could he not be? The origin of the Sanguine, only he would have the power to grant her such a status. If that's the case then—"
"Faerie," I spat. Our goddess had a lot of explaining to do, especially why she gifted me with her son's soul and power but how exactly was this blood god still at large. She was supposed to have destroy him.
Remnant paused and spun towards me, her eyes wide. "The Goddess, what if…what if she never abandoned us, Emon? What if she has been trapped all this time…in the Sanguine?”
And there it was, the way my soulmate could cut through all the mess and chaos, puzzling out the world in a whole new light that no one even considered.
I fucking loved her for it but her realization only served to facilitate the fear I had for our cub. “My mother once said that only Faerie had the right to declare and designate the true ruler of our world. It is why the shifter kingdom never agreed to Deirdre’s rule."
Remnant’s clever light quickly flashed back to panic. “Faerie,” she gasped. “If I am right and if the demon Zazion is to be believed, then Riella really is the true queen of Faerie. The goddessmust have bestowed this upon her within the Sanguine at her birth.” Remnant shook her head and exhaled shakily, “Emon, our daughter…if she is the true Faerie queen,” she shivered, pulling her arms across her body, “Deirdre doesn't just want her back because Riella replaces the child she lost from the Blood Wars, she wants her back to destroy her. If she does not, then her true claim on this world will always be threatened. Even if she is a blood goddess now. Deirdre will see her as a flaw in her own rule—a queen blessed by Faerie, something Deirdre never had.”
