Page 21 of King of Tides

I don’t know if their kind has the same weakness—probably not, as Tanri has granted them exceptions the rest of my people never had. And here lies the problem. They have never been held to proper standards.

Even if I can’t use their mates to kill them. Once I find them, they will lead me to them. Most importantly, I will also have the child. The child is the key to freeing my master.

“Argh,” I groan as Azar places more vigor into her task, effectively pulling me from my thoughts.

Placing a hand behind her head, I push her head down further. She begins to choke, bringing a smile to my face. I groan when she relaxes her throat and takes me deeper.

My resentment rises as I feel myself about to come. How I allow this fairy to reduce me to this, I will never know. As my rage boils over, I tug her from my cock and force her to stand.

I bend her over the desk and thrust into her treacherous cunt. She moans like a whore as I seat myself. This bond may force me to desire her, but I don’t have to like it.

I take her body with the force of my anger. My hips slap so hard against her ass, her front is knocking against the desk. I’m sure she will have bruises later.

That’s nothing new. It’s par for the course for our trysts. Always rough, never after I’ve ingested anything around her, and I finish on her and not in her. She will never trick another being from my loins.

“Shut up,” I bite out as she begins to moan and keen loudly.

“Please, more, please,” she begs.

I hadn’t planned on stopping anytime soon. However, I do need to slow my pace to throw up a sound barrier. I don’t need one of my hunters to hear her.

They need to continue to believe I have no weaknesses. I have served the church for centuries to hide my true purpose. It has suited me well. And then I met her. Her tempting lips and supple skin drew me in like a weak-minded dog.

The fever of the mate bond made me sick for a week before I gave in. That fever is treacherous. I’m counting on that firsthand knowledge for my plan.

I know if I have control of their mates, I will own them. Even the sons of Tanri will be no match for the mate bond. I’ve hadmore than one witch tell me they will find their chosen ones, including this one squealing beneath me.

She stiffens against the desk, at the same time, I feel a shift in the ethers. I know right away she’s felt it too. I pause and pull out.

“You felt that?” I say. “What has happened?”

Azar has made herself useful to me. When I needed a witch to assist me in my mission, I went to the coven she was raised in. That was when I first saw her.

A week later, I destroyed the village but took her with me. She was skilled enough to do all I needed and as she was my mate, her powers were heightened, causing me to have no need to mingle with those poor excuses for witches.

I’ve never told her that my powers were diminished as punishment for my part in the wars. I honestly didn’t think I had anything left to share with her.

However, there was just enough left for her to gain. While I had to use alchemy and other dark methods to restore myself, she’s been able to wield my powers for her own effortlessly. I’m sure our spawn would be just as gifted wherever she may be—if I had not locked her powers away at birth.

“A veil has been lifted. You must find their mates now. The ones who have kept us blind are weakened. One of them is gone,” Azar says.

A smile comes to my lips. I wasn’t the only one blocked. It’s as if everyone had been made blind to them, if not within their circle.

“Are we not going to finish?”

“No. We are done. It’s time you do your part. I need my army ready. We are coming upon the hour. Don’t come back until you have managed your tasks.”

“But—”

“I said go,” I snarl.

I don’t even wait for her to leave before I fix my clothes and head to my prayer quarters. No one would ever suspect what I have hidden in this room.

Before the war, Master Harb gave me a source stone. It’s the only reason I didn’t completely lose my powers when he was sentenced and locked away. I have used the stone to communicate with my lord.

I grin when I enter the space, and the stone begins to glow. Even my master can feel the time growing near. He shall be free soon.

I kneel before the stone and bow my head. It doesn’t take long before I’m pulled through the ethers to the realm between here and where my master is imprisoned. Always just out of reach.

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