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“I’m not going to last very long,” Lyath says through gritted teeth, his eyes lock onto where we’re becoming one.

I drag my hands down my body, only pausing for a brief moment to pinch my nipples before letting one of them trail further. I stop when I have a hand between my legs so I can rub myself as I fuck him in slow rhythmic rocks.

“Don’t hold back,” I murmur. “You’re supposed to fill me up. We wouldn’t want to disappoint our mate, would we?”

“Oh, most definitely not,” Lyath gasps out the last word as his dick twitches inside of me, his seed flooding me in an impressive amount, making me wonder when the last time Beren let him come was.

I chuckle to myself, wanting to know if I shouldn’t have dragged it out a bit more. Instead, I keep up the same pace, bring myself to orgasm, and continue to fuck Lyath until we hear the sound of rain on the roof of our home. The sound has us both stopping, all of the fun leaving because the storms are starting, and our mate isn’t here.

16

Nia

Ijump off Lyath without thinking. Thankfully, he’s just as concerned as I am about the storms starting and Beren not being here.

I don’t bother getting dressed. The house is furnished but now feels completely empty. I try to ignore the hollow feeling in my chest as I stand on the front porch, staring across the field. I know if he could, Beren would be back with us. So I don’t know why I can’t force myself not to get my hopes up that he’ll show up on the treeline on his way back to our home.

Lyath stands next to me, just as naked and just as worried. Apparently, neither of us cared much about getting dressed in our hurry to see if Beren was coming back.

Lyath wipes himself off with a tunic before handing it to me to do the same. When I finish, Lyath wraps an arm around my waist and holds me tight against him.

We stand right outside the doorway, watching as the rain starts to fall harder. Our porch is covered, but we both know it isn’t safe to be out in the storms. We’re both too worried about Beren to care about the danger.

“He will be back,” Lyath says, sounding more like he’s trying to reassure both of us instead of actually being sure.

“He will.” I nod in response, even though we both know I don’t believe it any more than he does.

As the storm grows, the wind picks up and cools my body. Lyath starts to shiver at some point. Instead of going back into the house to grab something to wrap himself in, he kneels down behind me and pulls me closer to him. The rain falls so hard that we can’t see the tree line of our little farm, and it’s then that we realize our mate won’t be back today.

Lyath and I spend the next seven days trying our hardest to keep the other’s mind off of how worried we are about Beren. Best-case scenario, he made it to the great hall, took too long to get food, and has been trapped there while he waits for a break in the storm to come back to us. Worst-case scenario, he was on his way back to the house from the tribe when the storm started and was struck by lightning. I try not to think about the worst-case scenario.

“I think I am going to go to bed now,” Lyath says, standing against the wall nearest to where I’ve curled up to sew.

Thankfully, before the storms started, Beren brought plenty of dried food, and I stocked up on fabric. I’ve been working on shorts and tunics for the future women, so they’re not stuck here with no clothes. I’ve been making them in a variety of sizes and already have ten decent sets made. I’m almost out of fabric, though, and then I don’t know what I’ll do with my time. Lyath’s been passing the time by telling me stories about himself, about Beren, and listening to my own stories.

“I should probably head that way,” I sigh, grabbing the torch from the wall and handing it to Lyath to help him set up the fire in our room. He smothers it without a second thought, and I let out a huff of laughter as he leaves me in the dark.

“Oh, sorry,” he says, reaching down to grab my forearm. Beren and Lyath have much better eyesight than I do, and so he thinks nothing of plunging the house into darkness. “I will guide you, yes?”

I pat his hand with mine until I find his fingers and tangle us together. “Of course.”

Lyath helps me to my feet and walks me the short distance to the bedroom. There’s a soft glow underneath the door, showing me he’s already made the fire. When he opens the door, I’m surprised to see a look of helplessness cover his face before he manages to mask it and give me a small smile. He tries to usher me inside, but I stand firm and place a hand on his cheek.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, hoping he’s not losing hope about Beren being okay.

We can’t think about worst-case scenarios—not until the rain slows and we have a chance to check for ourselves. Beren always takes the same exact path to the great hall and back, so we’ll find him no matter what.

Lyath looks away from me. “I do not wish to speak of it, Nia.”

I inhale sharply, not liking how he says my name in the same breath as dismissing me. A soft flush grows underneath his scales, darkening them like he’s both embarrassed and aroused. The straining in his pants is something that we both ignore.

“He’s coming back,” I snap at him. I don’t like how his desperation is obviously affecting him more than me.

Lyath doesn’t answer me, doesn’t look back down at me. No, he pulls his tunic from his body, his chest heaving in deep breaths as the flush moves lower down his scales. His eyes flicker red for a moment, but I don’t see them for long before he turns me around and pushes me toward the bed.

“Lyath, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’m going to tell Beren you were a bad mate when he comes back,” I say, trying to add sass in my voice, but it comes out more worried than anything else. I don’t even feel any fire in my chest or in my words. I only feel a deep worry that grows as Lyath pushes me toward the bed. He tugs my tunic off my body and pushes me under the blankets.

“Do not say my name right now, Nia,” Lyath hisses, not seeming to notice that he’s said my name twice so far tonight. He makes a big deal about not saying it unless Beren is around.

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