Although I often knelt in front of her, it never made me think of being submissive, because even in this position, I dominated her soul and body, just like she dominated mine.
“Of course, I’ll always own and claim you. No matter what position I’m in, that is my fucking nature. But being on my knees for you, baby, makes it much easier for me to worship that delicate body,” I stated. My hands trailed along her thighs; I knew that dressing her was pointless.
“You have no idea how much I love you,” I said to her and pressed my lips against the soft skin of her stomach.
“I do, Xavier. The love I get to experience in this life is everything I ever wanted, and never expected to receive, especially not tripled.” She smiled against me and ran her fingers through my hair. I normally hated people touching my hair. With her, however, I would never get enough. She could be physically attached to me, and it still would not be enough skin contact.
“But I’m still your favorite, aren’t I?”
My baby rolled her eyes at me, I knew it was accidental, but the effect it had on me made me want to bend her over my knee and spank that tight ass.
She must have realized my physical reaction as her hands started grazing through my hair, pressing kisses on my head. Damn, that woman could turn me into a puppy.
“Why does rolling my eyes at you awaken such behavior?” She asked, stroking my hair before she reattached one of the red hairbands.
I stayed silent at first, as I didn’t know how to approach thetopic without coming off as fragile. Her gaze came back to me, luring me in. I just couldn’t resist.
“People always rolled their eyes at me when I was a child. Like my opinion did not matter—like I did not matter. It immediately takes me back to the time where I was the most vulnerable. I also like an excuse for spanking your sweet ass,” I added, kneading her rear.
Her body clung to mine, my nose inhaling her beautiful, alluring scent, which began smelling like me. Like us.
After a while, she freed herself from my embrace and sat herself on the bed, her gaze fixed down on the floor.
I crouched down to her, stroking her sweet skin.
“How do you feel after being bonded to Damien now? Are you any better?” I asked, aware of how much had happened in the last several days. At first, she found out that she’d been mated to three men; one of whom was imprisoned beneath the Ancient Springs, and another feared for his powers.
Her gaze drifted upward to meet mine and she smiled slightly. But as I stroked over her face again, she backed away. The movement made me feel uneasy about myself. I loved touching her, she was my light and my life and everything I needed. I wanted to layer her in affection when I faced her with this terrible information. Her eyes were already filled with tears, and she could barely look me in the eye.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her. I wanted to know why she refused to let me be close to her. She stopped asking us about Malakai as she started to realize that we ourselves didn’t know everything. It was also invading the privacy of her mate, and only he should tell her the way he wanted.
“Malakai’s hug in the cave—I can’t forget how he looked at me, how he touched me. It was like he was empty inside. And no one tells me what’s really going on. Not even your brother,” she said, tears rolling down her face.
I was shattered by the sight of her crying—it made me feel helpless.
“Ssshh,” I said, stroking her back as she buried her face against my neck.
“I’m here. Nothing is going to happen to you.” As Gwendolyn freed herself from my grip and stood in front of me, her eyes captivated mine, like she knew that I would fall for them and give into her demands.
“We still don’t know what really happened, and we want to make sure we do before we stress you with any information.” It was a lie. I wasn’t sure if Damien or I would ever want to tell her. Damien had the strongest stomach I’ve ever witnessed in all these years, and yet he vomited right after he felt the things his brother had gone through. And Gwendolyn was a human. As much as I wanted to let her know, I couldn’t bear for something to happen to her beautiful, fragile mind.
“His look—that sad and empty gaze, is proof enough for me that something went wrong. Why can’t you tell me?” she asked, her eyes filling with even more tears. “I think I want to be alone now.”
She was such a confusing force of nature—one minute loving, the next, yelling at me. And nevertheless, I felt the strongest urge to kneel in front of her and submit to everything she wanted me to do. This woman bewitched me in every single way.
“Touching you, baby, fucking you, loving you, admiring you, playing with you, celebrating with you and even crying with you, I’m all in for it. But leaving you alone? No.”
“Then, can we go through the little portal in your wardrobe again?” she asked.
I knew she missed our little tea party in the wardrobe. It had been one hour of happiness, where we forgot all the problems still surrounding us.
“If you wish, my love.” I took her hand and led her back into theopening.
“Ready?” I asked, as I felt her gaze directed at the wooden panel, the only barrier between her own little dreams and me.
She nodded as I opened the panel, the lights from the lanterns and chandelier greeting us.
The table looked the exact same, even the candied apples and the cake always seemed to renew themselves. It didn’t matter how often she took a bite out of it—and considering her hours in my wardrobe alone, it must have been a lot.
