A single tear fell down my daughter's face and she sniffed. "What did she say?"
I wiped her tears again. "The kindest death is the one followed by grief even if it be our enemy."
Riella frowned and then the emerald in her eyes swirled with her normal gold spilling back in. "I think I understand."
Taking her hand, I held it tight to my chest. "Take your time to grieve, my little chickadee." I leaned into Emon's damp heat, drawing on his strong quiet strength.
"We will be right here, my cub, loving and protecting you while you do," Emon added, his arms tightening again around us.
Chapter 40
Exhausted,ourdaughtercriedherself to sleep in her mother and I's arms. Tenderly, I cradled her sleeping body into me and rose. The cabin had shimmered moments before, providing a sleeping quarters complete with unicorn decor that was just her size and a large flower petal bed. Tucking the soft pink petals over her small frame, my vision blurred.
Fuck.
Gasping, I stumbled backwards, reaching the door frame and gritting my teeth against the sudden onslaught of weakness to quietly shut the door. My claws digging into the arched opening to keep myself upright even as my heart beat slowed.
I was out of time.
Squinting through my blurred vision, I peered across the cabin at the silhouette of my soulmate highlighted in the fire's glow. She was peeling off her wet clothing revealing the luminous pale skin of her back, the long waves of her wet hair falling sensuallyacross it like a lover's caress. Blue highlights shimmered in the dim light and her toned muscles rippled as she dropped the wet leather with a splat.
Sensing me, her emerald eyes flashed over her tattooed shoulder, tucking her chin atop it coyly. My heart rate sped up and with it—the return of my strength. Evidently, I didn't need god blood in my veins to cure me…all I needed was my half goddess soulmate to entice me in a fucking strip tease.
I smirked inwardly, no wonder her asshole father hadn't mentioned this particular cure.
Hiding the claw marks on the doorframe by resting my shoulder against it, I folded my arms with a challenging smile. "By all means, don't let me stop you, my little umbra," I purred.
Her lips parted in a soft inhale before her delicate pink tongue swiped across her full lips making my pulse jump wildly. Hypnotized, she hooked her thumbs inside the hem of her skin tight shorts and shimmied them down over the delicious pale globes of her ass. I rumbled with an encouraging growl and she smirked back at me before peeling the wet clothing down her toned legs, kicking them to the side. Pivoting seductively, she faced me, naked, in only her waterlogged boots that laced to her mid thigh.
I fucking forgot to breath.
She was a goddess damn vision of my most depraved dreams and I was a young male fae caught with his dick in hand, not knowing how to proceed—a faerie fucking mess.
Panting, I followed her hand as it trailed down over her chest, running along the inner curve of her breast and then straight over the cut muscular lines of her stomach before dipping between her legs.
"Fuck," I croaked and I glanced briefly at the entrance of the cabin, where just outside the storm raged and a mad sea king laughed at the wind. Reading my wicked thoughts, the cabin responded with a soft click, locking both the outer door and our daughters.
I fucking loved these ship quarters.
Remnant's hand played with herself while she watched me salaciously, her eyes burning into the long sleeved pink unicorn shirt I still wore. It was a goddess damn miracle it made it this far…that I hiditthis far. "Take those damp clothes off shifter, and come warm up your soulmate."
Licking at my descending fangs and feeling my dick press uncomfortably against the wet leathers I still wore, I shoved off the doorframe, praying to the goddess that I fucking had the strength to make it across the room—I'd crawl on my knees if I had to.
"My clothes are just about dry, my love. Perhaps I'll keep them on for a few moments longer, so that only you steal this show, just like you steal my breath…" Close enough to touch her, I took her hand from between her legs and lapped up the taste of her, "and my heart."
The soulless sleep had the worst fucking timing, I knew it wouldn't be much longer now, but I could not think of a better way to fall into a deathly sleep than for my waking dreams to put me there.
"How much, shifter?" Remnant whispered and I pulled my mouth from her fingers, staring down into her gorgeous eyes that implored me to share all my secrets—and I would have, the moment I had learned them, I would have confessed them all, on my kneesifit wasn't the one thing I knew that was helping to keep her alive. "How much more do you think I'll tolerate your omitted truths before I break."
My brow arched and I smirked down at her. "I know for a fact that you can tolerate anything I deliver and when you break it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
Trailing her hands up her body she cupped her breasts, she was breathless with her next command. "Take off your shirt, shifter."
My chest rattled with my harsh inhale watching her touch herself only inches from me. "My shirt…" I murmured.
"Mmhmm," she purred at me, pinching her nipples between her fingertips. "I need you, Emon and I ache so bad…take off your shirt. Let me see you. Let me feel you."
My tongue licked at my fangs, fixated on her naughty hands. I took a hungry step forward but she countered, the same desperate space between us as before. Fire raged inside of me, my desirous need pulsing as my head snapped up, assessing her like she was prey. I tilted my head. "If you run, then I will hunt. I won't apologize if your game is to provoke the beast."
