Page 60 of Reign

I nodded gravely. Walker had always been an arse, and his threats weren’t new; he’d said exactly the same thing to me in Faerie. But Connor was right, we were on the verge of war, and I was the key to destroying worlds. If Walker could kill me instead of putting his precious Faerie world at risk, he’d do it.

Connor squeezed my buttocks through my jeans, hard enough to make me groan. “So, we good? What do you say? Are you ready to play, Firecracker?”

I grinned. “Yes. Are you?” And I sank my teeth into his neck.

“Fuck! Stop that!”

But I didn’t. Instead, I reached down between us and rubbed his cock, hard. He stumbled and groaned. “Ember...Stop! Don’t you dare...”

I growled in my throat and rubbed even harder as he tried to prise me from his neck. But I was playing dirty. After all, first come, first served. I sucked hard on his neck, swallowing down his blood as our wolves tangled their souls together. He made it as far as the door to our room, crashing it open before kicking it shut behind us and collapsing back against it. I swallowed another mouthful of his blood, feeling his power rush through me. Fumbling, I managed to pop open the top button of his jeans. Reaching down inside the denim, I rubbed his hard length between his boxers and the heel of my hand, my fingers gripping where they could. He gave up the fight when my fingers slipped inside the material of his underwear. Curling my hand around the steel of his erection, a groan escaped me. His guttural, pleasure-filled moan had my internal muscles clenching. I ached for him, but I wouldn’t stop. I just gripped him harder and moved my fist faster. I grinned against his skin, loving the power this gave me over him. He swore under his breath and, seeing he had no choice, my alpha Prime mate submitted to me. I sucked firmly at his neck and worked him harder and faster.

“Damn, Ember.” His breathing was ragged and erratic, one of his hands leaving my backside and moving behind my head, holding me closer to him as he rocked his pelvis into my touch. One more hard draw and, he shuddered against me, his groans of pleasure in time to the spurts of warmth that spilled over my hand.

I gently pulled my teeth from his neck and laved his skin. His head fell back, and he watched me through hooded eyes. “You’re mine,” I told him. “That means you don’t hold back information. You don’t decide alone what’s best for me or us. And you never, ever lie to me.” I rubbed my hand along his still hard length, then squeezed his balls hard.

He half snarled, half-smiled. His response was feral and dangerous, and I loved the frisson of fear it gave me, so I squeezed again.

He winced, but his grin remained. “Understood.”

“Good.” I removed my hand from his clothes and deliberately wiped my fingers on his jeans. He watched me with a dark look, and my heart rate skyrocketed, my satisfaction at overwhelming him suddenly shifting to nerves. His pupils dilated as he sensed my trepidation.

“Done?” he asked in a deceptively low and quiet voice. I swallowed hard. He grinned and grabbed my wrist before I could pull away. “Now it’s your turn.”

He picked me up and flung me over his shoulder before I could contemplate fighting. Not that I would, I loved this dominant and slightly dangerous side to him. He slapped my right buttock hard, the sting only somewhat muted by the denim of my jeans, before flinging me on the mattress. By the time my gasp had ended, my clothes were gone, ripped from my skin like tissue paper. His gaze raked over my body like he was seeing me for the first time. I remembered our sex sessions in the past few weeks, and the heat in his gaze had always been so controlled, his passion never burning as hot as this. He’d been grieving for me—for us. My heart hurt at that realisation. How hard had it been for him to have a shell of me by his side, unsure whether I’d ever be the person he’d fallen in love with? Or even if I’d truly love him back? And then I’d run from him. Gods, how I must have hurt him.

While he lowered his jeans, the evidence of his recent pleasure shining on his skin, I scrambled off the bed and kneeled on the floor at his feet. Just like Connor, I didn’t have a submissive bone in my body, but right now, I wanted him to know I understood. And that I was sorry.

I lowered my head, feeling incredibly vulnerable like this. Connor was theonlyone I would ever do this for.

For a moment, he was silent, his shock reverberating through our bond. “Ember? What are you doing?”

I didn’t raise my eyes, but I smirked a little at the gruffness of his voice, at the change in his energy as he stared down at me. He liked this. He was a dominant alpha male, Hell-beasts and fae aside, and the power this position gave him over me…? I sneaked a look up through my eyelashes, and yeah, the evidence he liked it was right in front of my face. I licked my lips, tempted to give into my willful side and suck him down into my throat. But I didn’t. Instead, I lowered my gaze again. This was for him. He’d never ask this of me, so I’d give him the gift of my submission.

“I’m sorry I ran from you, my King. I know I’m yours, and I give myself to you wholly and completely.”

He hissed, his gaze heavy on my bowed head. Silence fell, and he didn’t move. I heard his hard swallow, then his big hand wrapped in my hair, pulling until my head tilted back. His face was dark and full of lust...and love. “Good, because I intend to possess you wholly and completely. In every way, Firecracker. Now open wide.”

I hid my delighted grin and did his bidding.

“You can still walk then?”Shannon grinned at me and waggled her brows.

I grimaced but grinned back. “Only just.”

Connor smirked from across the room, puffing his chest out. I gave him a sickly sweet smile but couldn’t hide the heat in my cheeks or stop him scenting my arousal as I thought about last night’s marathon. When he’d said he’d possess me wholly and completely, he had meant it. His smirk turned into a full-on grin as he sensed my emotions, and for once, I was glad only he could scent me fully. I’d long since lost any embarrassment over everyone else scenting my arousal. They couldn’t actually scentme;only Connor could. But every supernatural had super senses, and scenting arousal was just one of those things we all got used to. It was annoying at times, like in a club like the Gambit, but you learned to ignore it. I smirked; until it was your mate’s. And there was no way I couldn’t be turned on every time I looked at his honed body and gorgeous tight arse.

A sharp slap on my cheek brought my attention back to the blonde bombshell in front of me. “Hey! Focus. You need to get that ass back in shape, sister. And quit with the horniness. I’m gonna have to open all the windows soon.”

Connor growled at Shannon from across the room, snarling at her bitch slap. I rolled my eyes. “Ignore him. Yeah, you’re right. I do need to get back in shape. I couldn’t remember a bloody thing about fighting, but I can now. So let’s go.”

Connor wasn’t quite ready to let me out of his sight again. And he flatly refused to let me fight any of his brothers or the other males in the compound. The only one he’d agreed to let me train with was Rawson, and he’d gone out. Connor’s possessive streak was riding him high, and I knew better than to push it. I smirked. At least, I wouldn’t push him until I wanted another night like last night.

Grinning, I walked into the middle of the floor space. We’d managed to come to a compromise of sorts. My mate knew I’d not drop my need to train, not now I remembered who I was and my fighting capabilities. Agreeing to fight only the females in the pack was the only concession I was willing to give. Thankfully, he’d not argued. So they had moved the big ugly table in the ops room aside and set up a training area. I’d also managed to extract a promise that he wouldn’t interfere once we started if Shannon, or Sophie, managed to land the odd punch or kick. I hadn’t bothered inviting Xania. I didn’t trust her. She was a cold bitch and kept to herself or followed Walker around with her face as hard as his. Damn, maybe they should be a couple. My giggle at that thought was hard to contain.

I groaned, stretching out my aching muscles. Some hard physical training was what I needed to get my body and mind back into survival mode. The training I’d done as my forgetful self had been tough enough to keep me in shape, along with the workouts Connor and I regularly got in the bedroom, but now that I remembered my skill set, I wanted to practise it. My disappointment at not seeing Rawson was gnawing at me. I’d hoped to catch up with him while we trained. Connor refused to tell me where he’d gone or why, though common sense told me it was something to do with the Rift. Apparently, Rawson had been spying on the demons for months, and Connor was going after the Rift tomorrow night. We couldn’t wait any longer. Demons were flooding the streets of London, and the SBI and human police were overwhelmed by the sheer number of deaths and attacks on human citizens. People were beginning to panic.

“You keep away from her belly. Understand?” Connor yelled over at Shannon as we started to warm up.

Shannon scowled. “Of course, I will, Prime. I’m not stupid!”

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