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"Are you alright, darling?" Daryl's voice broke through her thoughts.

"I'm not sure," she admitted. Sinai needed Daemonikai to be wholly hers, yet every day, it felt as if he was slipping further away from her.

"You can always come back to bed..." Daryl suggested, a hint of seduction in his tone.

Sinai dressed quickly and stepped outside for some evening air. The nagging feeling persisted—something was wrong; she could feel it.

Urekai imprintedverydeeply, which was why their anguish knew no bounds when they lost a loved one. The pain was excruciating. And Daemonikai was still grieving, and as long as the pain persisted, he wouldn't consider a future with her.

She needed to give him time—years, perhaps even centuries. But ultimately, he would be hers alone. There was no one else for him. Eventually, this male would belong to her, all she had to do was patiently wait for him to mourn, heal, and finally open his arms to her.

Yet impatience gnawed at Sinai. Is waiting truly the answer? Why did it feel like her male was slipping through her fingers once more?

Chapter twenty-four

STROKES MORE THAN PLEASURE

LordHerodlaybesidehis sleeping mistress, sexually sated, tuning in to the blessed silence coming from the cottage. Emeriel had screamed for hours on end, but now, he was glad to hear the sounds of pleasure.

He was relieved Emeriel was finally experiencing the first full heat she deserved, with the one male in the entire universe she was made solely for. To think his letter had not even reached the fortress before her mate traced her scent here.Soulbondtruly was the whole package.

Despite the bleak and doomed future, Herodis was glad she could have this moment of bliss.

The fire at the barn had been a harrowing ordeal, taking the entire day to extinguish. News of the Grand King's departure had reached him upon his return, his heart aching when he learned Emeriel had been left alone for a time. But thankfully, Grand King Daemonikai had returned to her side.

“If your mind still wanders so deeply, then I must have done it wrong," a soft voice purred, breaking the silence.

His mistress had awakened, her eyes sparkling with seduction.

Herod offered her a gentle smile. “Do not fret over it, Gailyn.” She was very pretty, her features soft even though she had a will of steel.

“Of course I will worry about it.” Sultry eyes with a hint of challenge and purpose met his before she began to trail a tantalizing path down his body.

Herod sighed, his organ stirring with interest.

Gailyn had become his mistress two decades ago. A distraction from the grief and pain that had engulfed him like the fires of hell itself.

In those dark days, he had indulged in reckless behavior and sown a lot of wild oats—Gailyn was one of them. Herod was grateful to have moved beyond that tumultuous phase, but Gailyn had remained.

After he had ceased feeling as though he would die every day, his need for her had diminished. But when one has been shoved into a rut by the sweet, strong scent of a girl in heat whom he deeply cared for, there was never really any other choice, was there?

"Let us try to lull that ever-working mind into sleep, shall we?" Gailyn murmured, her head descending as she skillfully took him into her mouth.

Herod's breath hitched, a tremor of pleasure surging, stealing his breath away. Gailyn’s mouth worked its magic, wiping his mind clean.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations she evoked.

Emeriel woke, heat coursing through her body. Her belly twisted with a deep, aching need, her intimate areas swollen and slick, her breasts tight and throbbing. The heat simmered withinher, not yet strong enough to trigger spasms, but impossible to ignore. She felt hungry. Ravenous.

She lay facing the wall but rolled over slowly, careful not to make a sound, stealing a glance at King Daemonikai. He was stretched out on his back, staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head, eyes closed. She couldn’t tell if he was asleep or merely resting.

Her gaze drifted downward, biting her lips as hunger blazed in her eyes. Even in its flaccid state, his manhood looked impressive—so large and long.

Emeriel bit back a moan, squeezing her legs together to contain the burning desire surging through her.

I want it so much. I want it inside me.

She glanced back up at his face, his eyes remained closed. Her hands moved of their own accord, reaching out to touch him. Her fingers brushed against the soft, velvety skin of his member, and she held her breath, waiting for any sign that he was awake.

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