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I chuckled at her foolish belief that any part of what we were about to do amounted to using me.
I swept her back up into my arms and carried her towards the bed as I stared down into her eyes.
“We both want this. We both need this. Let me take care of you now, my little wolf.”
Chapter 40
KAELERON
Saphira was sleeping soundly by the time the storm broke and the rain ceased, but I still placed my palm against her damp forehead and closed my eyes. I muttered the words of a spell, one that would help her slumber and find the rest she needed. Her heat had been harder to break this time without giving her what she truly needed.
Something I still felt she was not ready for.
No matter how fiercely she begged for my cock.
By the Great Mother, it had been hard to deny her. I rubbed my palm down my still aching shaft, shuddering as pleasure tripped through my limbs. I wanted her. I wanted her so fiercely that I ached to lift my spell, to nestle between her soft thighs and wake her with my tongue, and then rise above her, feeding her my cock, watching her shatter as I fucked her.
I drew down a slow, steadying breath, finding the strength to deny that need I knew would ride me throughout the day, constantly simmering in my veins, demanding I return to her and give her what she wanted.
I gazed down at her as she curled up on her side, tears dampening her cheeks, and feathered my fingers across them.When she could face her desires without feeling embarrassed about them, when I knew she would not regret what we did, then I would keep my promise.
I would ruin her to all other males.
Shadows swirled around me and I sank into them, reappearing in my rooms. I dressed quickly, tugging on a fresh black tunic and trousers, and shoving my feet into my boots. I laced them using magic as I teleported again, this time landing in the middle of the dungeon.
“Neve,” I barked.
The dragon huffed as she rolled over in her small bed and yawned, blinking bleary eyes at me.
“You smell like Saphira,” she muttered and burrowed into the blankets. “If you hurt her, I will kill you.”
“So possessive. Saphira is not treasure to place on your pile.” I smirked when she scowled at me.
“Saphira is more than mere treasure.” Her eyes drifted closed and I thought I would lose her to sleep again, but then they snapped open and she shot up into a sitting position. “Bracelet!”
I arched a brow at her.
She threw the covers aside, revealing a plain white nightgown, and was across the cell in the blink of an eye, her slender hand peeking through the bars at me.
“Give bracelet.” She scowled at me and then her expression morphed into one of possible disbelief. “The wolf did not tell you. I knew she would forget little Neve.”
“Saphira came to you?” I frowned down at her as she pouted at her empty hand. I sighed. “Saphira promised you a bracelet.”
“No. She promised she would ask you to make me a bracelet. You made her a shiny ring. I want a shiny bracelet.”
So the little wolf had bargained with her in order to keep hold of the ring I had given her. It meant something to her. Iignored the way that warmed me, pretending not to notice it, and focused on the dragon.
“I will make you a bracelet. The most beautiful you have seen. But I need to know?—”
“The storm brought another vision,” she interjected and I stilled right down to my breathing as I waited, anticipation swirling through me. “You must find something shadowed that wishes to remain hidden. You must find An’sidwain.”
“An’sidwain?” In the old language, it meant ‘the heart’, but it was also a stone—an ancient crystal of great power that was not from this world. “It was lost.”
“What was lost can be found,” Neve muttered. “I have seen it. It is a little blurry so I do not have specifics to give, but I have seen it. Saphira can lead you to it and you must take her to it. Only then will you have the future you desire.”
“An’sidwain,” I murmured as I gazed down at the bars that separated us. “There are only rumours about it. I have read accounts that mention the high king and two other unseelie courts, the Winter Court and the Dark Court.”
Neither of which I wanted to take Saphira to. The Winter Court because Rhyn would likely charm her out of my grasp, and the Dark Court because I had my doubts it was there and the place was filled with fanatics thanks to the Obsidian Tower and the great shard of sapphire crystal it contained, a source of immense magical power.
