Page 109 of Scars and Burns

Feels a little weird sitting here with my sister. After I just received my first orgasm from another person that happens to be the man she believes to be her mate.

Ugh, I am an awful sister.

“I just need to confirm the bond with Prince Aeron. I know he feels the same way. Prince Proteus is just so kind and sweet. He’s a complete gentleman and I feel horrible leading him on. Knowing I’ve already found my mate and it’s not him.”

“Saphrina, are you sure Aeron is your mate? Are you sure it’s not just curiosity or a peaked interest in him?”

She looks out my open balcony doors. “He has to be my mate. He’s the one I want.”

Sighing, I say, “Just because you want him does not mean he is your mate. Sure you may be attracted to him and share common thoughtsand he’s said nice things but…” I pause. Not sure how to word this. I don’t know how to sound supportive and caring while trying to get across the actual ideals of a mate from our Goddess. “All those things doesn’t mean he is your blessed mate from our Goddess. They are incredibly rare and there is no way of knowing until the bond is confirmed by the two.”

“Which is why I need to confirm the bond with him tonight. Before the wedding celebrations go any further.” she stands, walking away from me. “I’m going to do it tonight. I’m going to confirm the bond with Prince Aeron. Tell my Father. And he is the one I shall marry.”

My heart twists in my chest. How do I tell her he is not her mate? Not just because of what is between him and me but also because she truly is not extraordinary enough for one. I know she’s been told she is blessed by the Goddess and she is the one spoken of in the prophecy her whole life but it’s just not possible. She has little magic abilities. Her versatility in magic is low. And she’s never even been told the Goddess prophecy. Neither of us have. For all we know the one foretold hasn’t even been born yet. But her lack of Goddess mark tells me all I need to know.

Fated to be her mate or not. Prince Aeron is superior to her. Mates are equal. Their souls, powers, abilities, everything co-existing and matches the others.

They hold no such similarities.

Before I can say anything, she’s turning around. Hugging me and heading out the door.

Great, this is going to be an interesting evening.

47

Aeron

She healed me! She fucking healed me! Of course she has the ability to heal. She’s her Mother’s daughter.

After we were interrupted I teleported to my own chambers. I could have killed whoever was at that door. We were just getting started.

She was eager.

Hungry.

She wanted me.

But I’ve waited too long to not show her true pleasure. Waited far too long to rush the moment together.

I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head. Heard her sensual, breathless moans. Felt her roll into my movements. Guiding me towards her center. Her sweet core. The most delectable thing I’ve ever had. I could drink her in every day for the rest of my life and never tire. I can still taste her on my tongue.

My fingers sliding inside of her with ease. Moving in tandem with my mouth as I worked her clit. My dick is still painfully hard against my slacks as I recall the way her pussy gripped my fingers. I only inserted two of them. Unsure of how much she could take. She willneed at least a third to accommodate my size comfortably. But I cannot say there will not be even more of a split and stretch once I fully seat myself within her.

Her whispering cry that she was close was the most lustful melody to my ears. Watching, feeling her pussy pulse as she reached ecstasy.

I grip the railing of my balcony, my knuckles turning white. I will not finish, not unless it’s by her mercy.

My thoughts drift to the scars I felt on her body. Some were from battles, that was clear. But the ones I felt on her thighs as I lapped her up were a wonder. They were not battles wounds. Far to small and numerous. They were close together. Some felt old and scabbed over while others felt fresh as my fingers pressed into her skin.

These were self-inflicted wounds and I almost rip the railing off at the rage that burns inside of me at the realization. What kind of internal war has she been battling that has brought her to mutilate her Goddess given body.

I don’t even notice that Aemond is already there, too lost in what just happened.

He brings me out of my current state of mind when he says, “Soooo… are you gonna talk about it.”

Whipping my head towards him. He’s sitting on the balcony chair, leaning back casually.

“Talk about what?” I groan out.

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