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Drazen and I were some of the last to fade, and as my Fae body returned to me, the high of the shift came crashing down. “Rares!” I barked, scanning for the Mage.
He appeared moments later, notebook in hand. “What?”
“You will address your emperor with respect,” I growled, not in the mood for his usual bullshit.
“What, My Emperor?” he replied, finally lifting his gaze.
“Find a way to make the full shift ability permanent, instead of potion-dependent. And we need a way to communicate in our shifted forms. I am assuming the others are having a similar issue?” I raised a brow, waiting for his response.
It was Drazen who confirmed my suspicion. “That has been a major complaint from the new units, yes. You can still communicate with Izidora through your bond, yeah?”
I nodded, glancing at the female watching us closely.
“A few of the other Félvér shifters have mates too. We should utilize them for now to help with direction. That will give us time to find another solution,” Drazen suggested.
“I agree with Drazen,” Rares commented. “As for permanent… I’ll work on it.” He sighed as if it were a chore to him, when really, it would be a major accomplishment in his experiments. The Mages on Nugati would laud his praises across the ocean, and for centuries to come. Even I could acknowledge that would be impressive.
“Fine. These abilities will turn the tide for us. We’ll need to leave soon for the Day Realm, but while we are gone, put all your effort into it, Rares.” Izidora stole my attention as she approached with my clothes in her hands. “I think we’re done for the day. See to it that everyone makes it back to Radence.”
I strode in my mate’s direction, snatching her into my arms and kissing her roughly, not caring that my cock hardened for all to see. Her mouth tasted like vanilla, undoubtedly from all the cinnamon rolls she’d eaten this morning, and I groaned into her sweetness. Breaking our kiss, I whispered, “I need you to ride me in another way.”
The flush that graced her cheeks was divine, and I murmured the spell that bent space and time and allowed us to move quickly to our bedroom at Roc Palace. The second our feet touched the polished floor, I grasped her waist and threw her onto our bed, following immediately with my body and pinning her beneath me.
“Ruslan,” she panted, lifting her hips to meet mine. There were far too many clothes between us. I shifted one finger into a talon and shredded every bit of fabric covering her flushed skin. Her pants I ripped away first, not caring where they landed so long as my mate’s soaking center was bared to me.
“So fucking wet already. Did flying atop my back turn you on?” I purred, dipping between her thighs while the light tunicshe wore slipped away from her breasts, the torn lace beneath thin enough to expose her hardened nipples.
“Yes,” she admitted, scooting her hips close to my face in a silent plea to touch her there.
My fingers clutched the insides of her thighs, massaging the tense muscles as my hot breath fluttered against her perfect pink slit. “Did you think of how you’d like to play?”
Her pussy visibly clenched, and a wicked smirk spread across my face. “Can we go to Steel?”
“Mmm,” I replied, planting my lips above my hands but nowhere close to where she ached for me. “What do you want to do there?”
“I want to watch–” I interrupted her words with a flick of my tongue against her clit, eliciting a gasping breath.
“Watch what?” I said, my lips hovering over her most sensitive spot.
“Watch the others fuck,” she moaned, wiggling beneath me in an attempt to relieve the tension coiling inside her as she remembered what had happened during Béke.
I rewarded her honesty by sucking her clit into my mouth, then flattening my tongue and working it over and over until her chest heaved with pleasure.
“Please, I need more,” she begged, pushing back into my face.
Izidora was absolutely soaked, her arousal coating my mouth and stubble, but I still needed more of her delectable taste. Dropping my tongue away from her sensitive nerves, I parted her folds and dove inside her core, lapping directly from the source of my light.
“Oh Goddess,” she swore, back arching off the bed.
I paused my ministrations, causing her to whimper. “She’s not here to save you, sprite. You will fall apart by the hands of your dark God, and it is my name that will slip past those pretty lips.”
And with those words, I dipped two fingers inside her, stretching her out as my tongue worked every inch of flesh between her thighs. The sounds she made were intoxicating, and my cock was painfully hard as it dug into the soft mattress. Her walls began fluttering, signaling she was close to coming.
My fingers moved faster, curling against the spongy spot that I knew would cause her to soak my face further. “Scream my name as you break over my fingers.”
And she did, arching off the bed with the force of her orgasm, and I did not stop stroking her until she trembled beneath me. “Good girl,” I praised, capturing her mouth in mine and forcing her to taste herself. She moaned into my mouth, and I stole her air with a swipe of my tongue across hers.
“Ride me,” I ordered, lifting my weight off her and flipping to my back. The tip of my dick was soaked from my own arousal, and when Izidora grasped it to line it with her entrance, I thought I might die from pleasure.
