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I can’t help the moan that rips from my chest, wanting more as heat pools in my core. I try to press myself to the hard ridge of his length that’s bulging in his pants, greedy to stop this ache. I need friction, badly.
Without hesitating, I grind my hips forward, closing the space and rubbing against the seam of his pants. The delicious, hard feel of him causes my head to fall back.
He hisses. “Little demon, you need to eat first.” A harsh exhale feathers my neck. “Plus, the others are waiting.”
Before I know what’s happening, I’m upside down, staring at the most toned ass I’ve ever seen. “I’m not hungry for food,” I mumble.
Tossed over his shoulder, Draven almost rips the bathroom door off its hinges as he storms back into his bedroom, then drops me on his bed. He’s the one who shoved me back in the bathroom with him, igniting every nerve ending in my body until I’m soaked, only to stop so quickly.
And yet, he is the one who seems frustrated with annoyance that he can’t take me hard and deep, crossing his arms with a huff. He owes me for this—unleashing an ache that has yet to be sated, forcing me to squeeze my thighs together.
I right myself on the bed, quickly swiping my hair out of my face to find three sets of eyes on me. Fynn chuckles, kicking his feet up at the corner of the mattress before pulling Cora into his lap in the chair he’s sitting in. And Draven’s eyes darken, looking as if he’s threatening to take me over his knee right here and now no matter the audience.
Cora’s cheeks rise in color with a knowing smirk, nodding towards the food beside me. “We brought food for you.”
Trays of food are scattered on the mattress, and the sight makes my stomach rumble loudly, causing Cora to bite her lips to stop from laughing. I narrow my eyes on her, but the laugh I was holding back slips free, and she joins in.
“Hurry and get some food in you before your stomach tries to eat itself,” Fynn pipes up, and I do exactly that. Tearing into the steaming rolls and roasted chicken that bursts with flavor on my tongue.
They make small talk, but every glance I take towards Cora, I can see a heaviness shadowing beneath her eyes. Her blue irises that are always so bright and full of joy are now dim, and it makes me swallow the rest of the food down quickly so I can hopefully ease some of the weight on her heart.
Fynn is saying something about how he thinks some sort of dessert is being made in the kitchens because the aroma was so sweet it made him drool. I perk up at the mention of dessert, but when there is a pause in conversation, I use that as my cue. “I was in the afterlife.”
All of their eyes widen, and the air shifts in the room, but they remain silent. No questions are asked because they want to hear what I have to say first. “When I was there, it was Kye who found me. He looked so at peace with a smile that I’ve never seen him wear before.”
Sniffling comes from Cora, but she waves her hand in the air for me to continue.
I hold her eyes as I say this next part. “He found his mate.” A gasp is all she gives me as I go on. “Her name is Elira, and she’s been there, waiting for him.”
A small, trembling smile lifts my lips. “It's not a goodbye because, one day, we will see him again, but he doesn’t want us to grieve for him. He’s truly happy even though he misses us.” My smile is stronger now, remembering the sight of them together and the pure love that was shining in their eyes.
“How did you come back?” Draven cuts in, his icy blues probing mine.
“I never truly died. Not entirely.” I inhale long and deep. “I was trapped, in-between life and death, along with hundreds of others.” My brows knit together, wondering how long the rest have been stuck in limbo, never being able to be free in either world. But my heart constricts from Draven finally having people he can call his own. He won’t be alone in who he is anymore, his beast can fly with the rest of the clan.
“Others?” Fynn asks with raised brows.
“Wyverns,” I say softly, looking only at Draven. His body tenses and eyes go wide. A slight shake to his head gives away that he has a hard time believing the truth of my words. “And not just any wyvern shifters…” I pause, swallowing roughly as I admit the reason Whiro wants Draven. “They were all the chosen ones since the beginning of time.”
Draven’s muscles twitch in his jaw. Abruptly pushing himself up to stand, he paces with his hands in his hair.
But I don’t stop, knowing he needs me to keep going. “You told me that Whiro’s power slipped while creating the Fae, and that the outcome led to dragon shifters, but they are truly wyverns. You said that every generation a chosen was born, bearing the power of shadows. Honing the power of the God himself, just like you.” My hands are shaking, disgusted by my true father, and how he’s even more sinister than the man I believed was my father before him.
Cora and Fynn sit quietly. Both tense but hanging onto every single word as I go on. “He wants his power back, to store it or use it. So, he created the Sea of Souls to trap each chosen after he hunted them down. Keeping them from moving on in the afterlife, but also to stop them from living in this life. Containing their power for eternity.” My face scrunches as I sneer in disgust thinking of how many lives he has stolen from this world.
“But…the wall that kept their souls from returning to their bodies was shrouded with darkness. The farthest point of where Whiro’s power could extend before it touched the afterlife.” I twist my fingers together, remembering the pain melting me from within to break through Whiro’s shield. “Only light can cut through the dark.”
A gasp comes from Cora as her eyes meet mine. “So, that’s how,” she says on a breath. “Only you hold the power of light.”
Draven comes to sit down beside me, silently pulling me into him, and I let him, finding comfort in his warmth.
“And my mother,” I add on. “I wouldn’t have been able to survive it if she didn’t save a kernel of her power to help boost mine.” One single tear slips from the corner of my eye as my chest tightens from losing her once again. But this time, I at least got to tell her how much I love her. I at least got to say goodbye.
“So, you almost died on me…twice,” Draven rasps out, holding me tighter into his chest with his finger stroking my hair.
“It was the only way back to you. The only way for them to finally be free. For you to have your people back and not feel so alone.”
“And I’m so fucking grateful, little demon. But let’s get one thing straight.” He pulls my head back by my hair, forcing my gaze to lock on his. “As long as you are with me, I will never be alone. You are all I need.”
