“That’s because he does not have to bellow or body the horn for my attention. The horn carries many different songs. One simply has to learn them. Draven has near mastered them all.”
“And why does the King call you?” Aydra asked.
“He asks for my lullaby when he cannot sleep. I oblige any way I can.”
Aydra frowned. “What exactly would he be having nightmares about?”
Samar’s lips twisted smugly. “Who said anything about nightmares?” she asked with a tilt of her head. “And what of you, Queen? Why do you not sleep? Has my lullaby not worked for you on this night?”
“You know as well as I that even your strongest of songs cannot put me to sleep.”
Samar jumped off the railing and knelt in front of Aydra then, her breath an inch from the queen’s. “You know I have other ways to help in such times,” Samar whispered, her hand pressing to Aydra’s cheek. She moved her hair off her shoulder, revealing the pale skin of her neck. Aydra’s body shuddered as she felt Samar’s mouth on her skin. Feeling the Bygon’s flesh was different from sharing with a being. Samar’s touch was of fog on your flesh, whispers of touch on your body. She could shift into that which you wanted the most.
So when Aydra found herself lying on the bed a few moments later, legs splayed open as she almost reached her climax, and she looked down to find Draven’s face between her thighs, she nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Sweet Arbina—Samar!” Aydra hissed, grabbing her hair.
The Bygon shifted into her self again and wiped her lips of Aydra’s wetness as she grinned over the startled queen. “Something wrong?” Samar asked innocently.
Aydra drew the knife from the bedside table and pushed it to Samar’s throat. “What are you playing at, Bygon?” she hissed.
Samar’s eyes danced, a thin brow raising on her face. “Not what you were expecting?”
Aydra pushed her off and sat up, chest heaving at the thought of Draven being in bed with her. She swallowed hard and straightened her hair. “Get out.”
Samar frowned. “But I have not completed my task,” she argued.
Aydra glared at her over her shoulder. She wouldn’t deny herself still in want of an end, of her body to give in to the tire her mind felt. “No more tricks. Find someone else in my subconscious to mimic,” she warned the shifter. “I want nothing of his face near me.”
Samar gave her a nod, and in a whisper, the Dreamer Ash appeared before her, and she settled back into the bed again.
“That’s better,” Aydra muttered.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THE NOISE OF the birds woke Aydra from the deepest slumber she’d had in weeks. She rose up from the sheets and stretched her arms overhead, relishing the feeling of her muscles waking and stretching with the glow of her mother Sun coming in through the opening.
“You should really learn some manners, Sun Queen,” came Draven’s voice.
She was getting used to him appearing from no where by then, but the sound of his voice brought back the memory of the night before, and it caused the flash of his face between her legs to come to mind.
As he leaned against the frame of the door, wearing the same brown pants and dark green sleeveless tunic he’d worn just days before, smiling smugly at her, she felt the color drain from her face.
Perhaps she hadn’t been as quiet as she’d thought.
“Manners?” she made herself repeat. “This coming from the Hunter who pushed me on a desk yesterday without my asking for it.”
He huffed amusedly under his breath, his eyes glancing towards said desk. “I take it Samar paid you a visit last night?” he asked with a raise of his brow. “I’m guessing her lullaby didn’t work for you either.”
Her teeth clenched as she pushed herself to the edge of the bed. “How I fall asleep is no business of yours, Venari,” she made herself argue.
“It’s not. Except when your moans are what kept me up for near an hour. Tell me, who was it she mimicked that took so long to bring you to your end?”
She almost fell onto the floor at his question, and she glared up at him, but she didn’t reply. He smirked at her and pushed off the doorframe.
“My men brought back deer two days ago. We have hash and potatoes for breakfast if you’d like to come downstairs today to eat.”
Her brows narrowed. “What, eat with your people?”
