Page 56 of A Kingdom of Broken Bonds

The three of us work together, all receiving pleasure in our own ways. Mine is building within me, a slow, winding type of pleasure that I know will be explosive when it finally hits me.

“Feed on me,” Felix begs, his voice cracking with his desire, and I know he is close to coming.

Licking my lips, I lean forward and latch onto his neck, the darkness within me walking beneath my skin. Rich, deep blood floods my mouth, the flavour intoxicating as I suck hard against Felix’s neck. More, I want more. The darkness is greedy, pushing within me for more blood, more power, and thanks to the recent weeks, I am weak, and my guard is not as strong against it. It almost takes control, but I remember who is beneath me, a wave of pleasure bringing me back to the present.

Yanking my fangs from his neck, I hear Felix hit his climax a moment before I feel it. Gripping my hips tightly, he holds me still as he thrusts up into me, burying himself as deeply as possible. I feel every flutter and pulse as he comes inside me.

High on his blood, I quickly follow, my channel squeezing down on Felix’s cock. I was right about my orgasm hitting hard, my whole body alight with the overwhelming sensations. I rock harder against Felix, trying to extend my orgasm for as long as possible.

Chuckling from happiness, I lean forward and press a long kiss to Felix’s lips. He kisses me back, his hands soft and gentle now that he had his release. He also looks a little pale thanks to me feeding on him.

Eli doesn’t rush us, nor does he make a single comment as Felix and I share this moment, but I can feel his desire for me. The bond is aching and pulling. We have been so close, our bodies rubbing together, but we have not crossed that boundary yet, keeping us from having a fully completed mate bond.

With a final kiss, I slowly climb from Felix. Eli places his hand on my lower back to support me as I turn around to face him. He’s kneeling on the bed, sitting on his heels as he watches me. He holds out his hand. Without having to think about it, I take it and let him pull me closer. I am not sure at what point he removed his clothing, but he is now fully naked, his cock arching towards me. I take in his member with wide eyes. He’s larger than any I have ever had before, and although it makes me a little anxious, I know he would never hurt me.

Spreading my thighs, I sit on his lap. Even just the stretch in my legs tells me this is going to be a tight fit. Wrapping my hand around him, I groan softly, loving the velvety smoothness of his cock as I stroke him—only to be stopped a moment later.

“No, I have been waiting for this moment ever since I realised you were my mate,” he tells me breathlessly, rubbing his cock against my entrance. “I am not wasting any more time.”

I chuckle breathlessly and lift my hips to give him access. Surprisingly, his cock slides into me fairly easily. He still stretches me, and I have never felt so full before, but there is no pain. In fact, it feels as though he was made for me.

I must have spoken aloud, because he smiles at me, his eyes sparkling as he presses his forehead against mine.

“I was, my heart. I was created to be your perfect companion, just like you were created to be mine.”

My heart.

The new endearment is perfect. Together with him, especially like this where there is nothing between us, my heart feels… not quite whole, but I am filled with life and hope again. Something is still missing, and I think I will forever be a little broken because of Havoc, but Eli does something that Havoc never did—he makes me happy. This happiness cannot be forced. It is the sort of love that is genuine and comes from two souls being truly right for each other.

Our bodies rock together with a synchrony only lovers know, my heart pounding to the beat of his name. Eli. Eli. Eli. I become lost in him, his scent surrounding me, his love and honesty blanketing me. The bond between us tightens bit by bit with each thrust of his hips, like we are wrapped in fishing line and slowly being reeled together.

He begins to kiss my neck, and although I came not too long ago, I can already feel another orgasm growing. This one isn’t going to be as shocking, but still just as meaningful.

“I love you, my heart,” Eli whispers into my skin, thrusting upward to meet my hips.

This is all it takes to push me to the brink. Gasping, I grip his shoulders and hold on for dear life as I rock on his cock, my orgasm flooding through my body, healing me in the process. I am still a broken mess, but I know I can survive this with Eli and Felix at my side. Eli must have been holding back, because as soon as I come, he comes too. Hissing a curse, he thrusts deeply into me with a shudder of pleasure.

Our bond fully snaps into place, and pleasure unlike anything I have known pours through my body and into Eli’s, binding us irrevocably. This is it, a bond stronger than marriage has tied us together, his presence filling my mind. I assume he can feel the same sensations I can, bliss still setting my nerves alight.

I am not sure how long we are together like this, but eventually, Felix helps me off Eli’s lap. The bond is so consuming as it settles, I am unable to do much but bask in the sensations, so Felix being the amazing male he is, cleans me up with a wet cloth and helps me into bed, curling me up against a silent but smiling Eli. Felix then gets into bed beside me and wraps an arm over my waist, then the three of us drift off to sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Lady Anthea, how are you feeling?”

The king’s rich, commanding voice greets me as I straighten from my curtsy. Embarrassingly, I require Eli’s assistance, my strength still reduced despite the new bond helping to restore me. The monarch notices the movements, his keen gaze locking on the grimace on my face and the hand around my waist, his expression pensive.

We are in his private study. The king sits behind his sturdy wooden desk, while several of his advisors hover close by on his left side. To his right, one of his sons watches me closely, his hands clasped behind his back. I cannot remember the name of this son. I think he is third or fourth in line to the throne, so I have never really paid him much attention.

I start to open my mouth to reply when the side door pushes open. Somehow, I already know who it is before he even steps foot in the room. Finnik. Fin. I am almost certain at this point that he is also my mate as my eyes track his every movement. He doesn’t look at me until he reaches the king’s side, bows, and then takes up his place beside the prince. Now that my bond with Eli has locked us together, I can feel my connection to Fin even clearer, my entire focus on him. He seems to be just as transfixed as I am, his body taut as though he is attempting to hold himself back.

There is a long, heavy pause in the study, only broken by Geoff’s cough beside me, startling me into action. Clearing my throat, I force my attention onto the king.

I do not smile like I usually might, but I do incline my head slightly in acknowledgement. “I am slowly recovering, Your Majesty, thank you for asking.”

Of course, this is not what I really want to say. Bottled up and contained, my feelings have become a pressurised, seething mass inside me, just waiting to explode. If I were able to speak truthfully, then I would tell him the agonising details of what happened when his son destroyed our bond. That is without considering the embarrassment of it being done so publicly, or the shame of the fact I cannot complete the prophecy.

I am still feeling delicate post bonding with Eli, the connection wrapping around me tightly. I know it is the same for Eli. His heightened fae senses are on overdrive thanks to the bond. I am happy with the way things worked out between us, as I am not sure I would have the strength to be in this meeting with the king without Eli’s bond bolstering me.

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