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“No one, unless they want to end up dead.” I huffed a laugh, the darkness that called to me lifting for a moment. “Are we flying back?” I asked when no horses greeted us at the adjacent stables.
“We are. The courtyard at Ryza was too packed for me to ride out,” he shrugged. “At least it’s a nice day.”
Without bothering to pull my shirt on, I loosed my black, taloned wings from my back, letting them flare wide before settling behind me. Drazen’s lapis lazuli Dragon wings flared through his enchanted armor, and we shot into the cloudless blue sky, soaring on the bitter winter wind toward Ryza. The citadel watched over Radence like a hawk, missing nothing from its seat on a hill in the center of the city. Its black spires beckoned me forward, and I aimed for the largest tower at the edge of a rough cliff, not wanting anyone to see my bruised and bloody knuckles before I had a chance to heal them.
Strength, wealth, and power. Those were the attributes I wanted on display during Béke, and showing up with a wildness that spoke to how close I was to losing my shit would not do, especially not after my fight with Kazimir the previous night. Blood dripped from my palms as I dug my nails in, remembering his insult.Rapist.
The male was disgusting, stooping so low when he knew what Izidora had experienced. If only I could get Drazen to chain him up with the others, I could torture him until he begged for mercy I would not give.
A wicked grin spread across my lips as we approached the wall-sized windows of my apartment, my blood heating at the thought of the surprise Drazen was helping me concoct for Izidora. Soon, I’d be ready to show her the lengths I would go for her. But until then…
I knocked against the glass that opened from the inside, startling Izidora from where she lay on our bed. Her eyes werered and puffy, and I nearly broke the glass to get to her when I saw the pain written across her face. She rushed to the window, unlatching it and pushing it open. In a carefully calculated move, I banished my wings and rolled over my shoulder onto the dark wood floor, landing safely in our bedchamber. Drazen mimicked me and then Izidora shoved the window shut, blocking out the cold air.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” she murmured, awe in her voice.
Pushing off the ground, I caught her in my arms and pulled her close. “I would have shown you sooner if you’d made the flight from the roof of Roc to the ground, sprite. Master that, and I’ll teach you this.”
She didn’t argue, burying her face into the dried sweat on my chest. Drazen cleared his throat, raising a dark brow and shooting me a look that said, ‘I told you so.’ I rolled my eyes and jerked my head, indicating that he could go.
“I’ll be back in half an hour to go over the rules for the archery competition,” Drazen threw over his shoulder, shutting the door behind him. I waited until his footsteps retreated out the main door before extracting Izidora from my embrace.
“What’s wrong, sprite?” I crouched down so we were at eye level, and the redness was more apparent with our faces a breath apart.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. “It’s just so much pressure. The fate of the world rests on my shoulders. Who am I to choose what happens next? I don’t even know what will happen! Only that if I choose wrong, I’ll plunge the world into chaos or something, whatever that means. Why can’t there just be a clear answer!” The frustration eating at her was evident in her tone and the way her fingers twisted in her tunic.
I brushed my knuckles across her cheek, leaving a smear of my blood in their wake. “There is no stronger Fae, Félvér, orTelivér in all of Északi. Each of us is given a battle we must wage, and while some get off easy with the extent of their battle, others, like us, must carry longer and heavier campaigns to reach our highest potential.”
She blew out a breath, nodding. When I pulled my hand away, she murmured, “You’re injured.” Her eyes widened, and she snatched my hand in midair and turned it over to assess my knuckles. In a flash, her white magic appeared, settling over them like a warm blanket, knitting the skin together and removing the swelling. With pride blooming in my chest, I lifted my other hand, allowing her to repeat the process before her aquamarine eyes narrowed on me. “What did you do?”
“The battle I must face is fear of you abandoning me, mate. We cope in different ways.” I spoke through gritted teeth, not wanting to delve further into the fact that the only way for me to feel better was pain. Fastening my hand around her wrist, I jerked her to me. “Come shower with me and wash away all the blood.”
Her lips parted slightly, and her heavenly arousal filled my nostrils. With the silence filling the space around us, the fluttering beat of her heart was like a drum, and I swore the hum of our bond was just underneath it.
“I wanted to enter the competition,” she breathed. “Shouldn’t I head to the arena so I am ready when it starts?”
“If I remember correctly, I am the king of the Iron Realm, and I get to decide when the competition starts, as well as who is allowed to participate. If you want to participate, then you shall.” My healed hand found Izidora’s chestnut hair, yanking it back so her throat was bared to me. I grazed my teeth along her exposed lifeline, eliciting a shudder and spreading goosebumps across her exposed skin.
“A quick shower,” she conceded, her words breathy and soft. Approval rumbled in my chest as she broke my grips and tuggedme behind her to the bathroom, turning the knobs until the space filled with steam.
My cock rose to attention as she stripped off her leggings and tunic, and I wasted no time removing my pants and showing her how much I wanted her. Her gaze snagged on my hardness before I walked her backward into the waiting water. Before I could say anything, she grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it across the hard planes of my torso, soaping away the layers of sweat that clung to my skin. They washed down the drain along with my fear as she continued to shower me with her touch, and when she dropped to her knees before me, I nearly came undone.
She glanced up at me through her thick lashes, then flicked her tongue under the head of my cock. I groaned, “You look so fucking pretty kneeling before me. Now suck my cock into that pretty mouth of yours like a good girl.”
Her eyes were molten, and she popped her mouth into an O before taking me down her throat with a single bob of her head. My abs tightened as I watched my shaft disappear completely, the suction created by her throat causing me to moan. She repeated the motion until her gags were too violent and she came up coughing for air. The water sprayed all around us, and she blinked droplets from her lashes, chest heaving, looking up at me like I was all she needed in this world.
Threading my fingers in her wet hair, I guided her head back to my erection. “Open wide because I’m not going to be gentle,” I growled, and she sucked in a breath before obediently dropping her jaw. I buried myself in her mouth, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat, and then I began my relentless pace, her teeth grazing the underside of my cock and driving me wild.
Spit dripped down her chin as I fucked her face, and her nails dug into my thighs, but she did not tap them or ask for areprieve. The sight of my mate taking everything I could give her had my balls tightening, and I knew I was close.
“Get ready to swallow me down,” I grunted, my thrusts becoming erratic as waves of pleasure started at the base of my spine. With a groan, I emptied hot cum into her mouth, my cock throbbing and jerking with each subsequent release. I watched her throat bob as she swallowed it and then she stuck out her tongue, showing me what she had done. Releasing her hair, I pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply, my tongue sweeping across hers and tasting the saltiness leftover from my release. “You’re so fucking good, sprite.”
“Does this mean I win the archery competition?” she grinned against my mouth, and I released her so I could gaze at the sparkle in her eyes.
“If there was a competition for sucking dick, you’d definitely get first prize,” I told her.
She grabbed soap for herself, washing quickly while I did the same. Drazen would return any moment, and if he found us fucking, I’d never hear the end of it. But as the high of coming wore off, that fear crawled its way up my spine, constricting my lungs and robbing me of air. Izidora seemed almost as out of sorts as I did, her eyes glazed over as if she were deep in thought while she rinsed her hair. I exited the shower, grabbing towels for both of us, and we dried and dressed quickly, entering the living space at the same time as Drazen.
“Ready?” the half-Dragon asked, a thick, black brow raised in our direction. With his heightened senses, there was no doubt he knew what we’d been doing in his absence.
