Tristan paled.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “You won’t be here too long. We just need you for a little. Your life actually. Then Kane can activate his full power. Reunite with his full strength. And you’ll be free.” I shrugged. “Dead, but free.”
His face fell, like his soul had just been crushed. “Morgana,” he pleaded.
“Well done, Andromeny,” I said, and snaked my hand down Aemon’s back, reaching for his ass. The pain in my head was intensifying. “Now leave us. All of you. I need some time with my king.” I looked away from Tristan, my head felt like it was going to split open.
“Maraak,” Andromeny said and bowed. “Maraaka,” she said to me. Then she turned to Tristan one last time. “Turiel,” she crooned. “Welcome home.”
Tristan’s eyes widened, his skin paled, like he’d heard that name before. He knew. He’d seen it. Then she walked from the room, taking the akadim along with her.
It left me and Aemon with our guard, with Lissa, and a bound and terrified Tristan on the floor.
“I want you,” I said to Aemon, my breath coming in short, painful bursts. “Now.”Fuck me.
Aemon’s eyes narrowed, looking back and forth between me and Tristan.Are you sure,he thought.With our prisoner here?
I grinned wickedly.He’s going to die. He’s already had his last fuck and doesn’t know it. We can at least entertain him.
I let my robe fall. Tristan gasped, though he sounded like he was in pain, and averted his eyes.
Good. The prick had always deserved this.
Take me, I thought to Aemon.Now, I can’t wait. I need you.
Aemon’s pants were undone a second later. He lifted me up into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, my ankles locking behind his ass. He carried me to the wall, pushing me against it.
Watch him. Watch him suffer and writhe while I take you.
I did as I was told, making eye contact with Tristan.
I could hear his thoughts clearly. His fear of pain and dying. Dark thoughts about a Yellow Room and the Emperor. Galen flashed in his mind, sorrow, grief. But mostly he was missing … Naria. Well, that was new. Though all the thoughts were tempered by the terror in his veins as he remembered who’d taken him. The vorakh who’d murdered his parents.
He was also busy trying to figure out a way to escape. Fool.
He didn’t know it yet. There wasn’t one.
Aemon rubbed the head of his cock against my folds.
Kitten.He frowned.You’re not wet.
“I will be,” I said, biting his lower lip. I lifted my pelvis, grinding into him, willing myself to become more aroused.
He sucked on my neck, one hand toying with my nipple.
I circled my hips, pushing against him from the wall.
“Distracted?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I panted. “A lot has happened. And a lot lies before us. But I still want you. I need you.” I pushed my hips forward, taking in the tip.Please.
He growled from the contact, no longer able to resist, and shoved inside.
I cried out, tightening around him. I hadn’t been ready, but it didn’t matter. The minute his hips began to thrust, I moaned in relief.
Fuck. Fuck. I gritted my teeth. That had been close. Too close.
I arched against him and cried out as I finally released the fucking onyx wall I’d wrapped around my mind. The secrets I’d been keeping, the depth of my thoughts, was exhausting, and draining me, even with access to the power of my shard.
