Both his brows raise. “Really?” he teases, making me groan.
“What, is this some kink of yours?” I grumble under my breath, squatting.
“Yes, everything about you is my kind of kink, love.”His words travel through my mind as I release onto the sand, my eyes shooting daggers at him.
Once I’ve finished, I stomp over to the lithe but muscular male, a beacon in the moonlight. “Are you happy now?”
Rivern’s lips are full and inviting. He pulls them wide into a devastating, dimpled smile. “So fucking happy,” he announces, pulling metowards him, lifting my face up to his, taking my lips unexpectedly in his.
He’s not sweet or soft. Rivern moulds our bodies together and plunders his tongue into my mouth, drinking every part of my body in. I’m just as eager as he is. My hands find his braided hair, gripping it tightly.
A heavy moan moves through me. I brush up against the hardness beyond his thin skirt, tempted to push our materials aside and plunder each other’s souls through our bodies joining—a real possibility.
“Fuck.” Rivern pulls away from me. “As desperate as I am to have you here, I’m not sure our company would appreciate the show.”
I duck my head around his arm to see glowing amber eyes on us, tense muscles rippling over dark skin. Moyrie, on the other hand, leans lazily back in the sand, her slitted eyes curiously on us. No doubt eager for a show, if the other night in her kingdom is anything to go on.
We untangle our bodies and head back towards our waiting entourage. My bonded fae pulls me between his legs as he sits on the sand beside a stoic Gideon. I go easily into Rivern’s arms, his strong body wrapping around mine, a steady warmth emanating from his form.
After the waterskin and dried pieces of meat are passed around, I find my eyes starting to droop, our companionable silence a balm to my weary heart. Moyrie tells me we can resume our trek towards the mers as the suns’ peak. I relay the information to my protectors. They seem mollified by the news.
With my eyes closing against the warm, smooth chest at my cheek, I let my them shut, my body moving back, still encased in my bonded’s arms.
“I will take first watch,” a gruff voice says over me while I drift off.
The dream starts innocently. Fury is there in all his glory, dark wings stretched out over a pale grey body, dark eyes stuck on me. He lounges in a wide, black, wing-backed chair, a book resting over his straining black leather pants, in his tower prison.
With our eyes locked, we keep our silence, a heady feeling running under my skin, pushing me towards him. I try to fight it, yet my feet take on a mind of their own, and I find myself standing next to the God in his chair.
“What do you want?” I ask with ire in my voice. Argus rubs against my chest cavity, trying to get at the daemon before me.Traitor.
A sinister chuckle moves through black lips. “I wanted to see you.” He pushes the sides of his book together, a thud travelling between us, my body jumping slightly. “Maybe put your concerns at ease.”
At that, I laugh. “My concerns? You forced me into bonding with you. You aren’t worried about me. You want off this island.” I rub at the dragon in my chest, trying to burrow through to his new owner.Or is that just the bond? Godsdammit, I don’t know anymore.
Fury stands, his feathered wings stretching out along the stained glass windows behind. “There was a rhythm when I would comfort you.”
Even with Argus purring at my cavity to be let free, I feel that familiar coal simmer at this daemon’s presence.I’ve known his face, the harsh shape of his jaw and slightly fuller bottom lip that looks sooo biteable—
Argh, stop that.
I think it’s partly why I feel this uncontrollable anger towards him. He was there. Fury saw it all happen. He was a comfort once. Now, I know he is real.I wish he had done more to protect me.
Fury made me believe he was just a figment of my fucked up imagination.He’s a God! Surely he could’ve done more.
Maybe I want too much from him.
sixteen
Fury
Toomuch.
I scoff at the barrage of thoughts filtering through the bond. I’ve blocked myself from Dove in that way, but she doesn’t have the same ability.
How do I explain to her that I was there for her as much as I could be?My power is restricted here. With her ability to leave the island, the power she harnesses through our bond is more powerful than what I possess. Until I can leave, that is.
WhenI visited her dreams, I often thought about enticing her to me. I tried a couple of times until I realised there was a barrier—another trick to my imprisonment. I had just enough power to find the dark holes piercing Dove’s psyche and save her a handful of times through immersion, yet I couldn’t talk about the island with people who didn’t know about its existence.
