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“There is no safer place in all of Északi than here with us,” Drazen pointed out with a sweep of his hand around us. The barracks beneath Roc Palace bustled with the activity of my personal retinue, all in various stages of training and caring for the horses. I had more Félvér within a hundred feet of me than anyone else in the Iron Realm, and with the expanded powers and superior strength our mixed blood offered, no one would go near Izidora and live to tell the tale.
My mate was off to one side, absorbed in petting her new mount and feeding her lumps of sugar. Whether she was oblivious to the heated conversation taking place between Drazen and me was undecided.
“The threat still stands.”
Drazen merely shrugged and walked away from me. Hisinsolence would have normally pissed me off more, but my cock ached and needed release. The scent of my father had broken through my haze of lust when I had her pinned against the wall in the stairwell, but my blood still burned for Izidora.
I couldn’t have her – not yet at least. But soon enough, she would surrender to me, and then she would see that we were truly mates.
Without further threat, I called my wings to me, impatient enough that I wanted to go straight to the suite without anyone bothering me. As I snapped them open, Izidora’s aquamarine eyes widened, and my dick jumped at the sight of those glassy orbs darkening in my direction.
My wings were unlike those of Night Fae, my Dragon and Demon blood creating black membranous wings that spanned far enough to encompass four of me. With one hard flap, I shot into the air, sending dust scattering across the ground fast disappearing. Izidora and Drazen shrunk to specks beneath me, and soon I could not see them at all. I soared up the rocky mountainside toward the roof and the trap door in it that would allow me to drop straight into the suite.
My boots pounded heavily as I banished my wings and landed, and rather than pausing to admire the view, I yanked open the hatch and dropped onto the landing at the top of the stairs. They vibrated beneath my weight, continuing to do so as I wound down into the opulent suite. I stalked straight to the bathroom, turning knobs and faucets to steam up the shower while I stripped from my clothes, my erection already stiff and wanting.
Bracing one hand on the rough-hewn wall, I stood beneath the flow of water and gripped myself just the way I liked it with my other hand. A groan escaped me as I stroked, some of the ache I’d carried between my legs for days finally melting away. I imagined Izidora on her knees before me, that it was really herhand rubbing my shaft, and that she wanted to do it more than anything. The divine taste of her blood remained on my tongue from when I sank my teeth into her perfect pink lips. The mewl that came between them when I ground my hips into hers filled my ears. Fuck, she was perfect in every way, from her sounds to her looks. I couldn’t wait for her to ride my cock, to feel her walls clench me as she screamed my name. The image I conjured of her round breasts bouncing above me as she rode out her release had me growling out my own, and hot liquid spurted into my hand in record time.
My desire was not at all satiated.
I was still hard as the rock I braced my hand on, and my balls were still too full. I needed more – I needed her. The rough wall scraped my back as I leaned against it, but I welcomed the pain as I jerked myself again. With closed eyes, I reached for soap, then rubbed it along my length. The slipperiness reminded me of how soaked her thighs had been as I licked chocolate from them. My next fantasy had me buried to the hilt in her perfect pussy, cock moving in and out of her while I gripped her hips, slapping her ass hard enough to pinken it, her cries of pleasure building with each brutal thrust I delivered. I fisted her hair, tilting her head back and causing her lower back to arch so I could plunge deeper. She moaned my name over and over as I brought her to orgasm again and again. I panted as I lived out my fantasy, every detail so vivid in my mind. My balls tightened, and I was coming again with a frustrated groan when I opened my eyes to find myself alone.
Nothing would satisfy me until I had her.
With the edge of my lust barely dulled, I stepped out of the shower, deciding reading might be a better distraction. Izidora would be exhausted from Drazen’s brutal exercise regimen in an hour, so I had time. I dried myself, then slid naked into the bed, her scent still everywhere on the pillows and blankets. My cockjumped to life once again, and I pounded my fists into the bed as that ache settled between my legs.
I had to take my mind off of her.
A drawer beside my bed always held a stack of books, and I snatched a mystery, hoping to lose myself in the story and forget about the world around me for five fucking minutes. I made it all of ten pages before the tent beneath the sheets became unbearable, so I set the book aside, then covered my face with one of Izidora’s pillows, burying myself in her rosy scent as I gripped my shaft. Thrusting up into my hand, over and over and over, I dreamed of her throwing her head back in ecstasy from the motion, her breasts bouncing and nipples painfully erect. My fingers stroked her clit, causing her legs to shake as I lifted her from the bed with my powerful onslaught. She mewled my name, telling me how much she loved me, how much she loved my cock, as she came all over our thighs. My balls tightened, and I spilled into my hands like a young male who hadn’t found his stamina yet.
Flinging the covers away, I stalked again to the bathroom, using a discarded towel to clean myself off. It dropped to the floor again, and I braced my knuckles on the counter, staring at my haunted reflection. My tattooed muscles bunched and flexed as I shifted my weight, tracing the lines with my eyes and reminding myself of the stories that inspired me to ink them there. Eventually, my racing heart slowed, and I shoved away from myself and returned to the bed.
A frustrated sound between a growl and a moan filling the empty room. I stared at the ceiling, tracing the shape of the Angel wing hanging from the ceiling before tracing the Dragon wing on the opposite side. My eyes grew heavy as I continued to focus on the shape, but my mind wandered, and I tried to think of anything but my mate training with a group of males at thebase of the mountain. They wouldn’t dare touch her, for they all knew and feared what I would do.
I would doanythingto keep her with me, including placing a tracking spell on her. In time, she would see that as an act of love. She was simply too upset that her escape plans had been thwarted.
I knew exactly what she had planned when I found her on the roof this morning, but allowing her to think she’d gotten away with it was all part of the plan. She needed to think she had a semblance of control over her life here; I couldn’t rip her hope away from her, or she would rebel. But slowly replacing that hope of escape, day after day, with hope for our future would achieve the results I wanted.
Izidora had been shocked at the wedding announcement, but seemed to relax when I told her she could pick everything but the date and venue. She liked to be in control, and if providing her a hint of it got her to lie in this bed, legs spread wide, waiting and wanting when I returned from my official duties, I could release a little of my own control to her.
She could have everything she wanted – so long as I wanted her to have it.
An hour later,I landed in front of the barracks, where Drazen was speaking with Izidora. She was drenched in sweat despite the chilly day, but her eyes were brighter than they had been when I departed. The flush that spread across her heart-shaped face was nearly as delicious as the smell of her.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited for them to finish speaking. She glanced my way, causing Drazen to look over his own shoulder. With one last affirmative statement, he dismissedher. One of the Félvér shouted praise in her direction, and she ducked her head and walked toward me.
“How was it?” I asked her, holding out my hand.
“Helpful, but I am exhausted,” she sighed, tucking sweaty strands of her hair behind her ears rather than taking my hand.
I didn’t let the rejection pass. Stepping into her, I gripped her by the waist and whispered the spell to move us under my breath. Moments later, we reappeared in the bathroom of our suite. She immediately stepped away from me, her eyes flashing with her inner fire and a hint of lust. The internal battle that played out on her expressive face was intoxicating. She wanted to hate me, but she couldn’t. The passion in our earlier kiss was proof of that.
“Take a shower, then we will return to Ryza for your training with Zuriel,” I instructed, turning on my heel and leaving her behind in the bathroom. There was no way I could stay in there with her and maintain my fraying self-control.
The sound of water splashing against stone hit my sensitive ears a moment later when I braced my arm on the wall-sized windows in our bedroom and gazed out across the seat of the Iron Realm.
I busied my mind, working over the rest of my plans that had yet to unfold, trying to analyze any potential obstacles and dependencies, rather than focusing on the heated spring water dripping down my mate’s body.
I needed Izidora’s magic more than her physical strength, but they fed each other, so both were necessary. That was why we would make the trek to Ryza for the second time that day for her to train with Zuriel.
