Page 109 of Of Vows and War: Special Edition
“My shoes were slippery!” I shouted, reaching over Farai to punch Jasper in the arm. He grunted in pain, Farai laughing even harder.
The four of us continued to shout out random memories or stories, the instances growing sparser as we began recalling times closer to the present. It was those conversations that made us realize how matters such as fraternization truly did rip us apart. Perhaps that was what they were meant to do above all else.
From what they said, the factions were not fans of one another. They found themselves in constant competition, each thinking themselves better than the others. Even the sub-factions argued and battled, the segregation so deep that they saw only their differences. And how perfect was that for a line of royalty that sought to dominate?
Mia and Xavier had successfully tore apart the fae, preventing them from uniting and fighting back. Betovere was weaker, not stronger. The breeding meant little when the complacency meant everything.
A realm divided was a realm prime for conquering, after all.
After some time of heavy silence, our laughter long gone upon the whispers of wind and wisteria, Nicola asked a tough question.
“Will you come back to the Fae Realm with us?”
Without hesitation or further thought, I shook my head and answered with an unsteady voice. “I belong here in Eoforhild. I still have so much to learn and hopefully beings to convince that I am worth following, but I also need to think about the fact that my birthright is that throne. My only living relative is the demon king and my fiancé is the heir to the throne. Not to mention that I have so much of my own history to learn here.”
They all three looked at me with resigned sorrow. But what could I do other than fight for my place in this world? I had been stripped of too much for too long. I no longer wished to sit upon a throne that I did not belong on. I was not meant to be surrounded by gold and leading fae. They had ostracized me because I truly was not meant to be there. I wouldneverbe one of them. Yes, I was half fae, but my soul sang in Eoforhild. I was meant to be here, just as they were meant to be in Betovere.
“I promise I will find someone perfect for that throne when the time comes,” I vowed.
Nicola looked at me with a sparkle in her eye that told me she knew more about that future than I possibly could. I both wished to know and to never find out. It was daunting, thinking about a future in which I survived to heal and move forward. How heavy that would be.
And how absolutely wonderful.
“Onto better questions. Nic…” Farai finally said, grabbing Jasper’s hand and laying his head onto my stomach to face Nicola. His two-toned cheeks began to darken and heat against my shirt. “Is there any chance you would want to carry our youngling if we all survive this mess?”
We celebrated for hours more as we dared to dream what their youngling would look like and Nicola decided what she would wear when her stomach grew round.
***
“Gods, I missed you,” Bellamy whispered as he fell into bed beside me. His arms instantly reached forward and pulled me into him. I listened as he breathed me in, sighing with relief when his hands settled tightly around me.
“I saw you earlier today,” I pointed out. Groans were all he initially offered in response before his lips pressed to the edgeof my shoulder that had been left bare from my nightdress. I could not pretend that I had not been obsessively thinking of him as well. It had been hard to be apart for too long since they had rescued me from Isle Element. Parts of myself that I used to stifle now ran rampant within me, forcing me to acknowledge the fact that I was tempted to damn the world and just rest with my soulmate—myeverything.
“Exactly, that was practically years ago.” A hint of his stubble scratched at my neck as he spoke, making me giggle. The tickle was paired with his tongue and lips as he whispered against my skin about hating everything but me and wishing he could live between my legs. When he started asking if he could bury his cock into my tight cunt and stay there forever I began to pant and squirm. So deliciously filthy was my fiancé that I barely noticed the tremors that were slowly ceasing within me from the last nightmare. Luckily, I had awoken from it alone, my violent screams met with only taunting darkness and haunting freedom.
Now, as he tugged off my clothes, Bellamy unwittingly soothed my fears—my memories of violent hands and cutting words. His soft lips traced lines down my stomach, stitching together the phantom slices. Nothing felt quite as perfect as the first lick of his tongue up my dripping center. Almost every time, he paired it with strong hands nearly bruising my thighs as he forced them apart and up. He knew me better than I knew myself, and every angle or position or motion only proved that further.
“You taste better and better every time,” he mumbled against my throbbing clit before shoving his tongue inside of me. I cried out, my hands gripping his hair for dear life. Silence was shattered again and again as I screamed with every delicious new step he took me up the staircase of my pleasure.
He teased and tormented me, sometimes shoving me down a few steps just for his own amusement as he delayed theinevitable. When I was a sweaty mess and he was gasping for air that he refused to take enough of, I finally caved and did what he loved best.
“Please, Bellamy. Please make me come.”
“You know I love it when you beg me, beautiful creature.”
In seconds I was arching my back and clawing at the sheets as he curved his long, thick fingers within me and shook his face against me. Bellamy carried me to the top of the stairs and then shoved me off the edge. My release was almost painful from how intense it was, my desperate screams loud and unencumbered before he suddenly shoved his fingers into my mouth and twisted until his rings grazed my lips and his nails touched the back of my throat. I gagged and sucked on them, tasting how much my body loved his.
“My good princess. So great at doing what you are told when it is me making the demands,” Bellamy rasped as he moved above me. I stared up at him with a mixture of lust and awe, his black tunic barely on and his hair a mess from my hands. He was ethereal. No, in this light with his shadows writhing and his veins pulsing, he was utterly demonic. If someone saw him now, they might think him the ruler of the Underworld. Just how I preferred him. My untamed and wicked beast. “Say it, Ash. Tell me you are only good for me.”
“I am only good for you,” I hummed, my words breathy and dripping with need. “And when you are naked before me, you are never to be good. I want you at your worst in here.”
Moaning, he bent down and captured my mouth with his, grinding his hips—and his hardened member—into me. Our tongues twisted around one another, Bellamy’s slowing as he began tearing off his clothes. When he was fully bare, my lips and my heart felt swollen from his attention, his light a heady thing.
“I will be anything you want, Asher. Anything, as long as I am yours above all else.” And then he was thrusting inside of me, and I was full in so many ways. His hips snapped forward again and again, his pace sending zaps of pleasure up my spine and making my lips go numb.
The next time my orgasm hit me, I found myself unable to scream. All I could do was clench around him as I moaned out, “Gods.”
“That is right, call to me.Iam your god, andyouare mine.”
