Page 32 of A Kingdom of Broken Bonds

The world tilts again, but this time, it does so literally as he lifts me and balances me over his shoulder. I feel safe and protected the whole time, even in our lust-filled state. Placing me on a hay bale, he gently pushes me back and opens my legs, muttering something that’s distorted by a growl as he takes in my arousal for him.

He drops to his knees, his soft, warm breath blowing against my most sensitive areas, causing my back to arch. He’s not even touching me, yet he’s bringing me the most pleasure I’ve ever experienced. The moment his tongue flicks against my clit, I am unable to hold back my cry of pleasure, tilting my head back and threading my hands into his hair.

Chuckling against me, he dips his tongue into my channel, eating every drop of my desire for him. He slides a finger inside me as his tongue returns to my clit. My entire existence narrows down to this one moment, the pleasure he’s bringing blocking out the pain of Havoc’s rejection. This feels so right, so perfect. How is Havoc my mate, and Felix isn’t? Why would fate be so cruel to pair me with someone who can’t stand me?

All of those morose thoughts disappear as Felix adds a second finger, crooking them so he hits that sweet spot within me. I feel his devotion through his touch. Each flick of his tongue and movement of his hands are to bring me pleasure, his own needs put on the back burner.

Pleasure builds until it crashes over me like a tidal wave, sweeping me away on a tide of ecstasy. Spasming around his fingers, my body takes everything he’s willing to give, pushing me to the very edge. It’s only as I slowly start to come down from my high that I feel him lovingly kissing my hot, swollen pussy.

Pushing myself up so I sit on the edge of the hay bale, I pull him towards me, stretching up to press my lips to his. He tastes like my release, and strangely, I love that. My inner possessive darkness finds it sexy, like he is branded with my essence, warning off anyone else who might dare to look his way.

I want to feel him inside me, feel him fill me until I overflow with his cum. Reaching down, I take him in my hand, stroking the precum off the tip and directing him towards my eager pussy.

“Wait.” His voice is tight with regret, making me freeze.

Why does he sound that way? Does he regret what we just did? My mind spirals, trying to push through the fog of hormones. He’s looking down at me with a rueful smile, taking my hands in his and linking them.

Is this going to be another rejection?

My heart fractures a little.

He must see this, because his whole stance changes, his shoulders rolling back and a frown tilting his lips. “Don’t you dare think I’m rejecting you.” Lifting my chin, he presses a hot kiss to my lips, rubbing his hips against me so I’m able to feel his rock-hard cock.

“Do you feel how much I want you? How much I love you?” he asks breathlessly, kissing me between words. “As much as I want to fuck you, Thea, I won’t do it like this. Not yet. Our first time will not be in a barn.” He rests his forehead against mine, and his stare seems to penetrate to my soul. “I want you to be mine, and I don’t want to have to share you with him.”

Anxiety flips in my stomach, something I don’t let most people see. He can see right through my masks, though, he has always been able to.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future with Havoc.” The admission feels like a failure.

He nods, not even a hint of judgement in his eyes. “Neither do I, but something in my gut is telling me to wait.”

He’s right. Now that the haze of my arousal has faded, I can sense the same warning, my instincts telling me to wait. I have never experienced this before with any of my other sexual partners, so I have to assume it has something to do with Felix specifically.

“This doesn’t reflect my feelings for you. I have waited for you this long, and I will wait as long as it takes.” Each word is said with such conviction that I believe him. When he kisses me again, I allow myself to fall into it, kissing him as though he is the male I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.

He pulls back from our kiss and smiles at me sadly. “You should probably go back to the castle. They will be looking for you.”

With a sigh of disappointment, I nod my understanding and jump from the hay bale, straightening my clothes so I don’t look as though I’ve been fucking in a barn. He sorts his own clothes out, tucking himself away.

We share a final, silent kiss, and then I turn and stride out of the barn as though nothing just happened. A dark cloud has covered the sun, making my walk back to the castle feel longer than it should. The wind whips around me, signalling that a storm is coming. At least it will remove the scent of arousal from me before I get back.

My journey gives me a chance to think over everything and get my thoughts straight, so I keep my pace slow and even despite the turn in the weather. As rain starts to fall from the sky, I can’t help but feel as though it is reflecting my own turbulent thoughts.

Chapter Fourteen

Iattempt to duck the blade that slices through the air, but I wince as it nicks my cheek, a small trail of blood dripping down my skin. If I had been a fraction slower, it would have hit me, and I would be suffering with far more serious wounds than a cut cheek. He’s a merciless instructor and doesn’t hold back, forcing me to use my full abilities in our training.

He doesn’t believe in practicing with blunt weapons or padded protection, making each sparring session just as dangerous as any real fight would be. Training this way forces me to put everything into protecting myself and coming up with creative ways of getting out of difficult situations. The only difference between training with Finnik and fighting a real opponent is that the fae male doesn’t want to hurt me.

This morning, that feels different. Finnik is in a foul mood, his attacks more ferocious and ruthless than usual. He barely even grunted in response to my greeting when I walked into the training room, simply throwing a blade in my direction, expecting me to catch it. I did, of course, immediately dropping into a defensive stance as he lunged at me with little warning.

Seeing the blood trickling down my cheek, he stops his attack and steps back, putting a healthy distance between us as he scowls at me. Finnik is not the warmest of males, but today he’s like a different person. It unsettles me, putting me on edge.

“I cut you,” he snarls, stating the obvious as he jabs his dagger in my direction. He seems angry, irritation making his body stiff as he glares at me. What I can’t decide is if he’s angry at himself for cutting me or at me for getting cut in the first place.

“It’s okay, I forgive you,” I say in jest, although there is nothing comical about the tone I used. Reaching up, I smear the blood with my finger before popping it into my mouth and sucking it, the delicious flavour bursting on my tongue.

He isn’t amused by my comment and bares his teeth at me. “You are holding back. I could have killed you!”

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