Page 84 of Veiled

“Certain things needed to be kept secret in order to protect you Hudson. We did what we could to ensure that you were trained well and were well protected. I can’t apologize for that.” I nodded, in my head though I stabbed him with a branch.

“How about kidnapping four men from their home and making them believe they were human, in order to thrust them into a new place?” He looked away and I laughed humorlessly. I turned around and went upstairs.

“Let me know when people start to arrive. I just need some time to process and possibly not punch anyone in the face, and you owe my mates an explanation, seeing as you not only kidnapped these four but also knew Alvor was into some shady shit, effectively putting Remi in danger.” I looked at Kalen as I said the last part and made my way upstairs, but not before snagging a bottle of the Faerie wine we had on the kitchen counter.

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I threwmyself on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. I knew shit sucked for me to find out I was being watched my entire life, but I knew things were even worse for the guys to find out they were effectively Fae-napped, just to come and play babysitter. I bit my lip- the only way for the guys to get their memories back would be to suffer a great loss. I don’t even know how to touch that with a ten-foot pole. You would think the loss of their memories and who they were as people would be a loss, but when dealing with blood magic, the loss must be equal or greater than what was lost in the first place. Kalen was stupid to do something so damn costly, four times over.

I laid there for at least a half hour, halfway through my Fae wine, until I heard my door open. Looking up I saw Oberon at the door. I gave him a small smile. “Hey there handsome, to what do I owe this pleasure,” I smiled, the fairy wine still flowing through my system.

“Just thought I would come check on you and see how you were doing. Kalen and the guys are all discussing things quite loudly, so I figured I can hide out up here.” I laughed.

“The great Oberon, hiding behind the skirts of his woman.”

He scoffed, “I don’t need to hide, but I do know when to gracefully bow out and let other people fight their own battles.” He walked closer to me and sat on the edge of the bed before laying down. “You would think the ceiling had all the answers to your future, the way you’re staring at it,” he teased.

“If it did, I would have saved the world already,” I sighed. “You know, I have been thinking,” he turned to look at me. “The only way we are going to win this thing is to get allies. I mean, I don’t know how that councilman got copies of those letters, but think about it. If he has them what makes you think that Nici doesn’t have them? In fact, in all the information overload, we didn’t stop to think about why the council fucker gave them to me to begin with? To sow discord? I can’t imagine it was for a good reason, which makes him look suspicious as fuck. Makes me want to go throat punch him actually.”

He hummed his agreement, “I would have to agree with that. It doesn’t make sense; it wouldn’t be the first time Ealdon has caused trouble. He has a strange superiority complex when it comes to Fae. He truly believes we should be run by a council instead of a Reign.” I paused to consider my answer to that.

“I mean it’s not a bad idea,” he raised his eyebrow, “Think of it as a Queen at the helm, but a board of advisors that she can actually trust. I imagine it would be difficult to find advisors that aren’t interested in their own gain but there are always truth spells,” I shrug.

He turns over, leaning on his elbow to look at me. After a few minutes I feel awkward and turn to face him too. Damn, why is he so freaking perfect? I take in his crystal blue eyes, sharp jaw and his long, braided hair, and I just want to eat him.

His eyes heat when they meet mine but like a champ, he clears his throat and returns to the conversation at hand. I’m not sure if I like his restraint or not. Kind of want him to show me how forest creatures’ fuck. I smile, despite myself and he raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t think you meant that nefariously but casting a spell on your subjects wouldn’t be the best way to gain their trust when you are trying to start something based on loyalty, faith and trust,” I frowned. He makes sense, but fuck, the weight of change is on my shoulders and how the hell do I figure out how to lead without making the same mistakes from the past, build a strong foundation and yet still have people I can trust? I groan and toss myself back.

Chuckling, he adds, “The fact that you care is important, Hudson, remember that, but we can come up with better ideas to determine loyalty. Starting with the ones closest to you,” I bite my lip and sigh. He’s right, but then I have to consider leading with a counsel of just my mates and how that would look. I really shouldn’t give a flying pixie shit, but the severity of my new future just hit me like a freight train.

My thoughts scatter as his warm mouth covers mine. I moan, arching my back, leaning into his warmth. My mind flies back to that night in the woods and he was certainly holding back then.

Leaning back, he searches my eyes for what I assume may be hesitation, and finding none he groans and pushes himself so that he is over me instead of beside me. The delicious weight of his body sends me into a frenzy, and I reach to drag him closer.

“Hudson, I don’t think I can stop if we keep going,” he pants, pulling away.Why the fuck do they say that shit, do you see me stopping you?In response, I lean up and tug my bikini top off and his eyes darken, and he stands up to slowly to take off his clothes. I tug off my bottoms and cover up and I stand up to meet him, pulling him closer. He smirks and I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. We both groan as our lips connect, my tongue teasing his mouth. Grabbing my ass, he spins me around and slams me into the wall near my bed. Well, well, then the winged man has claws.

Wrapping my hands in his hair, I pull hard and he hisses, biting my lip, drawing blood. I tug my mouth away and running my lips down his neck and bite down before I’m licking his slightly marred skin, fucking up his perfection.

This wasn't passion, this was two souls finally breaking through and finding each other, he waited too long for this and I didn’t realize how much I was missing another part of me. From five to six mates, and it feels like the final puzzle piece was fixed into place.

I push him onto the bed, letting my hands and tongue roam all over his body. He quickly turns me around, pinning me on to the bed, grabbing my jaw roughly and catching my lips in a bruising kiss. I moaned, and I knew I was dripping from the pleasure. Fuck yes. He tangles one hand in my hair, using the other to choke me, cutting off my air supply and making me come off the bed in excitement.

He groans, pulling back and looking me over, “Fuck you are perfection...” He growls, turning me over, grabbing my ass, and sliding into me in one thrust. I bit my lip to stop from screaming, my hands grabbing the sheets underneath me as he fucks me with abandon.

Oberon- Fuck, Hudson you are so fucking tight. So, fucking perfect.

Hudson- Shut the fuck up and fuck me until I can’t breathe.

Oberon- Deal.

He pulls out quickly, flipping me, before slamming back into me, laying me down, never losing his pace. Impressive. Grabbing my waist, he leans over to take one of my nipples in his mouth and bites down, hard.

“Fuck yes!”

I arch my back and scratch my nails down his back. I silently urge him to go faster, my head thrashing as I felt myself on the edge. Reaching one hand between us, he pinches my clit, and my eyes roll as my orgasm sweeps through me. He curses and flips me over to all fours slamming back inside of me, reaching over to play with my clit, making me shudder with pleasure and drawing another orgasm out of me.

“Mmm, is that all you got Scail?” He laughs and he wraps one hand around my hair, smacking my ass over and over with the other. I clench and moan with each smack, getting wetter with each hit.

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