Page 21 of Trial By Fire

The best part of the castle is the stone. At least, that was the only thing that brought a smile to my face about this grim place. The black masonry was made of stardust, and the castle sparkles in the moonlight. It is an enchanting sight to behold.

Once I finally reach the top of the bridge, I navigate my way through the literal labyrinth that makes up the front gardens. The idea behind it was that if you can’t find your way through them, then you weren’t worthy to be in the queen’s presence.

Veiled in shadow, I move swiftly with my sword ready just in case. I know what lives within these tall hedges, and those who lose their way are never seen again. Wraithlike creatures who feed on the souls of the Fae trapped inside. I shudder as I eye the steps that lead to the main entrance of the castle. Two guards stand on either side of the gigantic double doors, staring out into the labyrinth and watch for movement along the hedgerows. As soon as I slip through the doors, I feel Cordelia’s presence, and I make my way to her, the bond between us drawing me to my mate. I need to see her, her body is calling to me, and I run to answer.

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Turning the corridor that leads to where Cordelia is, I slow as two female Brownies are chatting away to each other as they dust and scrub the floorboards.

“I was told there’s going to be lots of guests tomorrow, so we need to hurry up in order to help clean the ballroom,” the shorter one says to the other before continuing, “you know that—” She stops, her pointed ears flicker in my direction, as if she can hear me. Big round eyes stare right through me. I stand as still as I possibly can. I know she can’t see me, but some Fae have the ability to see through the shadows, so I need to tread lightly just in case. Brownies are rarely seen, so I have never had a run-in with one of them before. I wait until she shrugs and starts scrubbing again so I can pass through the door to Cordelia’s room. I don’t miss what she said about the ballroom. I think back to what the guards said about a guest arriving tomorrow as well. Maurelle is planning something big, but that could work in our favor. It might be just enough of a distraction to get Cordelia away from here.

I quickly enter the room. It is quiet, the only sound is the crackling of wood burning in the fireplace. It’s cozy, warm, and befitting of a queen. Knowing Maurelle the way I do, I searched the holes for Cordelia first. It’s Maurelle’s favorite place for torturing her prisoners. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I relax as I take in the room. There are ottomans, plush armchairs, and piles of pillows for the occupant to relax on. There is an arched bay window with a long window seat for sitting and reading. Off to the left there is a large bathroom with a walk-in shower that is almost as big as the one in Cordelia’s room in Celestia.

A whimper has me looking behind me to the circular platform bed on the other side of the room. Cordelia is lying there completely naked, surrounded by mounds of pillows and blankets. She’s built herself a nest without even realizing it. My heartbreaks for her, she shouldn’t have had to experience this alone.

I start to strip, taking off my clothes as I go. I stop just long enough to place a letter from Twyla on the table next to the bed.

The scent of Cordelia’s arousal is heady and intoxicating, this close to her it is damn near impossible not to touch her. She sleeps fitfully, tossing and turning. Her hands go between her legs, seeking relief even in her sleep.

I walk around to the foot of the bed, memorizing every curve and dip of her honey-colored skin. She is perfection. Her beautiful brown nipples are taut and beg for my attention. My mouth is watering, and I have the strongest urge to taste her skin. Climbing up on the bed, I place my knees on either side of her hips, bracing my arms just above her head. How long have I dreamed of this moment? Of being inside her, longing to hear her call my name as I watch her come on my cock. My cock instantly hardens as the tip grazes her stomach, making me stifle a groan. I lean forward, still invisible, staying within the shadows just in case someone happens to come in and check on her. I have no doubts that Maurelle will have someone watching her, so I will remain hidden.

She whimpers again, her hands twisting in the sheets as I’m hit with a wave of her need through our bond. I take her nipple in my mouth and suck gently, causing her to moan softly. She stills, her breath picks up, her chest rises and falls. I reach out and take her other breast in my hand, massaging and pinching her other nipple. She moans but doesn’t wake, her legs rub together to seek any kind of friction. I bring my knee in closer, trapping her legs, and stop her movements. I want to take care of her needs. Her pleasure is all mine tonight. Releasing her nipple with a pop, she whimpers again as I move down the bed, leaving kisses as I go. I am practically salivating by the time I lay my eyes on her pretty pussy. I run my tongue along her pelvic bone as her hips lift off the bed. Even in her sleep my mate takes control, showing me exactly where my attention needs to be. I lay on my stomach as my cock strains against the mattress, my needs forgotten as I take her legs and place them over my shoulders. I kiss up her thighs, spreading her legs wider, making room for myself. She’s panting, moaning louder, almost as if she is frustrated and tired of waiting. I smile and lean forward as my tongue licks up her seam and flicks over her clit.

“Oh God!” she calls out drowsily. Yep, that woke her up.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

CORDELIA

“Oh, God!” I call out. My eyes pop open. A tongue swirls around my clit and the sensation has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. It’s been too long since I felt the warmth of anyone else’s touch besides my own. This heat has been going on for what feels like a thousand years, and my hands are just not doing it for me anymore. Now, I’m hallucinating, but damn, it feels good.

“Oh, God, please don’t stop,” I plead. Am I still dreaming? The kisses, the sucking. Another wet dream that I don’t want to end. I squeeze my eyes shut and lose myself. I need to come so badly my entire body tingles.

“I don’t plan on it, baby.” I don’t think about the voice in my head as I enjoy my pussy being eaten so thoroughly.Is it in my head?I think to myself as I try to arch off the bed, my head thrown back in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” the words fall from my lips. A strong hand holds my stomach down as I circle my hips, grinding my pussy, needing more. His lips wrap around my clit and sucks hard, I can feel the orgasm building up inside of me. My body feels starved even after my visit to the shower before I fell into a restless sleep. My hands seek someone who’s not there, this dream is so vivid, so unlike the others. My body is on fire with each lick, pull, and suck on my sensitive flesh as I climb higher and higher. My head turns from side to side as I moan louder, thrashing around in the blankets, calling out to whatever God will listen. My eyes catch the fire burning in the distance just for a second before I come so hard I see stars. My body is floating in an abyss of pleasure as wave after wave of release hits every nerve in my body.

“Yes!” I scream. I throw my head back and bury it deep inside the mound of pillows I am laying on.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to taste you?” the voice says, but it’s not in my head. This voice is in the room. I’m not given too much time to focus on what that means as he lifts my hips off the ground. My ass is in his hands as he drinks my arousal down. I can barely breathe as he continues to lick me through my release.Is he slurping on my pussy juices?The soft sounds have me raising up on my elbows just enough to see the bottom half of my body is levitating in the air. I shake my head to clear it. Awareness slams into me. I am awake. This is not a dream. My eyes widen in alarm. What just happened? Is this a trick?

“Cordelia, baby, it’s me,” the voice whispers as I attempt to get out of his hold. I quickly scan the room. I know that voice. Tears spring to my eyes as I watch my legs being lowered back down to the bed. I quickly scramble away in shock even though I know immediately who it is.

“Dravyn?” I ask out loud. I search the darkness, hoping for him to appear. Tears of relief fall freely and blur my vision. My post orgasmic bliss is well and truly gone. Damn hormones.

“I’m here, baby.” The bed dips next to me, and my head turns, seeking him out. His arms wrap around me, pulling me onto his lap, and I sigh. I can feel his heartbeat as my hands press against his chest. It’s disorienting not being able to see him. I let my hands roam around his body, raising them higher until I find his lips.

“I want to see you,” I plead softly. Dravyn’s forehead touches mine and our lips close as I can feel his breath caresses my cheek.

“I want you to see me too. I wasn’t sure who would be watching or listening, so I want to stay hidden,” he says as his lips kiss my nose and then my lips softly. “Does this frighten you? Me, like this?” He asks as he pulls away slightly. If I could see his face, I would find insecurity there. I can already feel it through our bond.Oh, my sweet broken mate. I could never be afraid of you.I think to myself before answering.

“I thought I was dreaming. This heat has plagued me with wet dreams every time I closed my eyes. I had a hard time separating the two just now.” I lean in, searching for his mouth, my lips brush against his. “Actually, just the thought of knowing it’s you even though I can’t see you is hot as fuck.” I lick the seam of his lips, and they part for me. I kiss him hard, and he groans into my mouth, his cock hardens underneath me as our tongues dance around each other.

“Dravyn,” I say his name like a prayer as I put my legs around him to straddle his lap. I grind my hips, letting my pussy rub against his long thick length.

“Yes, baby?” he groans, pulling me closer.

“Fuck me. Please,” I beg. Desperation claws away at my insides for the connection only his cock can gift me. “I need you,” I whimper, barely controlling myself. The heat inside me rises to a fever pitch, and I can feel his cock twitch in response.

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