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We continue to discuss various plans for the next hour, even going as far as searching through books dated back to the beginning. No new information was found and none of the plans seems to stick. Only one book mentioned the gods and how they are the reason Deyadrum exists. But nothing notes of a way to kill them or if they have a weakness. All we know is that Whiro killed Emma’s mother, therefore, a god can be killed.
And every idea we think of seems to be too risky or falls through, especially given that only Emma knows the layout of Gehendra. The only plan that will give us the best chance is the one everyone agrees on: Emma takes me in as her prisoner ahead of time, bound by her shadows.
“All right. So, it’s settled then.” Fynn stretches with a yawn and pushes himself up to stand. “I’ll see if I can tap into the other realm and will keep practicing until I do.” He brushes back some strands of hair that fell loose from his bun as he grabs Cora’s hand to help her to her feet. “Let me walk you?”
Her cheeks scorch a deep shade of pink as she looks up at him with big eyes. “Okay,” she says softly. Cora’s head shakes as if she’s just now remembered they aren’t alone, releasing Fynn’s hand to turn to and walk towards Emma.
Standing up, Emma opens her arms as Cora dives in for the hug. “Don’t run off,” Cora teases.
Emma pulls back to look at her. “I won’t. Not anymore. I’m done running.” And I can tell she means it. The girl who was waiting for death to claim her seems to have found the strength that has always lived in her to fight back.
To claim death’s hand before it has a chance to touch her.
Emma raises an eyebrow at Cora, her eyes drifting to the blonde flirt behind Cora that has yet to take his eyes off her. Cora looks over her shoulder to see what Emma is looking at. She rolls her eyes playfully and the purest smile I’ve ever seen on her graces her face. “I accidently saw him naked.” She leans in, her mouth so close to Emma’s ear. The whisper won’t stop anyone from hearing, but I really don’t think she cares. “He’s pierced,” I hear her say.
She winks at Emma, who is wide-eyed and silent. Emma starts biting those plump lips I love, her attempt to hold in her laugh. I glance at Fynn, and the fucking bastard is smirking. He heard exactly what she fucking said, and I can practically taste the sense of pride rolling off him.
Kye stands up next, pulling Emma in and squeezing her like he’s afraid she will disappear. It’s a feeling I think all of us are struggling with. A fear that if we will do something as simple as blink, we’re unsure if Emma will vanish before our eyes open again.
The beast in me stirs. It’s not happy that we haven’t completed the mating bond, and sees Kye and any other male as a threat. Again, I have to remind myself that I know how he’s feeling. We both lost her, and it made us get lost in a vortex of endless grief.
Kye is a good friend. Knowing he will always protect her just shows what kind of person Emma is. That underneath the darkness that coats her heart is the deepest shade of red that beats for everyone she cares for.
Fynn throws his hand up with a two-finger salute as he makes his way out of the library with Cora following behind. I stand, grabbing the empty glasses with one hand to give Emma and Kye a little bit of privacy, purposefully trying to listen to any other sound but their voices. And I keep reminding myself I get her as soon as he leaves. Even if my fingers are trembling with the need to touch her skin, causing the glasses to rattle against each other.
A few moments pass before boots thudding on the floor cut through my hearing. When I snag on the sound, I realize they are growing fainter. The truth of that solidifies when the next thing I hear is the door clicking shut. I press the cork in the half-filled bottles with the pad of my thumb as silence hangs in the air, but I know she’s still here. I can fucking feel her as if she was stitched into every layer of my skin.
A wave of desire floods my system, causing me to white-knuckle the cart I placed the empty glasses on. It takes me a few minutes to realize the heady weight of lust is coming through the bond and not solely my own. I almost don’t believe it until I smell her arousal and it’s a drug to my veins. A kickstart to my heart. My dick already painfully hard.
Light footsteps tap along the floor, alerting me to her movement. Instead of coming closer to me, I hear her feet pad towards the rows of shelves housing various books my family has collected. And like the stalker I am, I follow.
The beast in me stalks closer to the surface. When I round the corner of one of the shelves towards the back, the moon casts an ethereal glow that causes the light to reflect off her pools of black. The moonlight hugs every angle of her face, every curve of her body, and displays her hidden desire she can’t hide by the subtle shiver cascading over her skin.
Her back is pressed against the books with her head turned in my direction, locking on me the moment I’m in view. “You know I have to go back to him until we move forward with the plan.”
She doesn’t even need to specify who him is. The wince on her face when she says it makes it clear as day. But I know she has to go back, and every fucking bone in my body protests at the thought. The dragon in me wants to rear its ugly head and strangle Aiden to death, slowly, before finishing off Calloway.
I can’t restrain the growl that vibrates deep and low in my chest, hating that I have to hold back pinning her beneath me and never letting her go. That I have to allow her to go back to the one place that holds so much pain and stole her life from her.
I close the distance and step into her, towering above her lithe frame and forcing her head to tilt back. Every time she breathes in, her breasts brush against me and it causes sparks to sear into my body.
“I know,” I choke out between clenched teeth. “Doesn’t lessen the way I want to lock you away in my room and tie you to my bed.”
Her breath hitches and it makes my cock twitch. My hand trails up her side, following the curve of her body before cupping her jaw, letting my thumb brush over her bottom lip. The tip of her tongue peeks out to follow the movement, wetting her lip, and it makes me lick my own. I swallow roughly with the intense need to taste her. I’m dying to have her lips on mine again.
After having her ripped away from me, I’m never hesitating on showing her how I feel. Never again will I not take a chance.
So, I let instinct drive all other thoughts as I slam my mouth to hers, eliciting a gasp that I steal. I don’t wait to swipe my tongue against her lips, and she doesn’t hold off on letting me in. It’s like our minds are one, our needs are in sync, and she is just as desperate to taste me as I am her.
She kisses me like a sinful promise that I never want to break. Her hands grip both sides of my collar where it’s unbuttoned and then pulls me in, eliminating the small bit of space that was between us. I press my hips in, wanting her to feel how hard I am for her as I ravish her mouth with reckless abandon.
Her pelvis rocks against me, trying to feel me where she needs it. My hands slide behind her, gripping her backside as I haul her up. My weight falls into her, letting the ridge of my cock press hard against her needy clit. I swallow the moan that spills from her throat, our hips grinding into one another relentlessly. And I have no doubt that if I slip my fingers in her cunt that she will be soaking wet for me.
We seem to be locked in the same lust-filled spell because neither one of us can stop. It’s not enough, yet everything all at the same time. Teeth clashing. Tongues dancing. Lips swelling. I never want it to end.
I push my hips into her even more, her legs tightening around my waist. I slide one of my hands between us until the pad of my thumb finds her clit and I start moving it in circles. Rubbing over the swollen bud at a quick pace, never giving her a chance to ease into it because I can tell she’s already close. And fuck…so am I.
