Page 32 of A Storm of Fire and Ash
I regained my footing.
“And it seems you had a rather eventful night with the prince,” she wiggled her eyebrows mischievously.
“A lady never kisses and tells,” I retorted, mimicking her, as she rolled her eyes in exaggerated exasperation.
We ran for what felt like hours, the relentless pounding of our feet against the earth echoing in my ears. Every time I needed a break, Eryn refused to grant me one, her determination driving us forward. If I complained, she thrust a heavy rock into my hands, forcing me to carry its weight while I stumbled onward. And each time I tripped and fell, she mercilessly made me drop to the ground and do fifty push-ups.
Finally, we came to a stop near a cliff I had never seen before, the sheer drop-off causing a knot to form in my stomach. As I leaned against a weathered tree trunk, my hamstrings felt as though they would snap at any moment, and my arms hung limply by my sides, aching from the countless push-ups and the burden of three hefty rocks.
Eryn, however, appeared completely unfazed. She leaned casually against a tree, a sheepish grin spreading across her face as she watched me struggle to catch my breath.
“When am I going to learn how to use my magic?” I gasped, desperation creeping into my voice.
“So impatient,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I rolled my eyes at her flippant response. She continued, “Makar will work with you on that. I don’t have magic, seeing as I am a Non-Royal.”
“Isn’t Makar a Warlock, though?” I interjected, my curiosity piqued.
“Precisely. That’s why he will help you with yours. He isn’t Fae, but magic is still magic. It all works the same.”
I wiped the blood from my knee. I expected to wince from the potential sting, but I felt nothing. I realized the wound had almost healed completely and left behind only a small gash.
Eryn must’ve sensed my confusion, “Fae heal quickly.” I looked at my hands, which were still burnt and sore from the silver doors. “Except for that,” Eryn gestured to my hands. “We heal like humans do when it comes to silver. Unfortunately, those will probably scar.” This would take some time getting used to...
“When will Makar teach me how to use my magic?” I asked while peeling some of the bubbled skin off my palms.
“How about now?” a deep voice rumbled behind me, sending a shiver down my spine and the hairs on my neck standing on end as my heart practically dropped into my stomach.
I turned around to face him. He was tall, not quite as towering as the Prince or Zayn, but still imposing. He had long auburn hair and his amethyst eyes were unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. He was utterly captivating.
He stepped closer, flashing his teeth, and a rush of sensations flooded my body, overwhelming me with an inexplicable desire. I clenched my thighs tightly, needing to find release.
His sultry voice purred in my head, wrapping around my thoughts like a vice.“Pretty lil’ thing, aren’t you. You can feel me all over, can’t you? Feel me aching between your legs, begging me to take you.”His slight accent made him all the more appealing.
Good gods, I could come. I don’t know what the Hel he was doing, but I didn’t want him to stop.
An audible moan escaped my lips, and I covered my mouth quickly.
I shut my eyes tightly as another wave of pleasure coursed through my body.“I know what you want, Elara. I know what you crave, what you need. Perhaps, you can warm my bed tonight?”I bit my lip, stopping myself from the drool that was about to spill past my lips. He walked closer.“The prince is whom you desire…Perhaps the three of us could have some fun.”He paused, reaching out to trace my lips.“Oh, wait, there is another you think about,”his voice teased as he whispered within my mind, as if our thoughts were intertwined.
My eyes flew open as he brought me closer to an orgasm. “Makar, quit being such a flirt and drop your influence,” Eryn chuckled.
Anger quickly replaced the bewildering yearning I had just felt. “What the fuck! Who do you think you are?” I yelled, pushing against his chest with all my strength. I couldn’t help but feel the muscle beneath my hands.
His expression revealed his surprise, a flicker of bewilderment crossing his features. “What can I say, I like to make a good first impression, and you,” he smirked and ran his tongue over his lower lip, “are a fucking treat.”
Anger, but also mad desire, filled me. I made a fist, and without thinking, I punched him as hard as I could. Nothing but the sound of my breaking bones in my hand filled the space between us. I screamed out in pain.
“Shit!” I held my hand to my chest.
“Leave the poor girl alone, Makar,” Eryn scolded, her tone light yet firm. “He likes to glamour attractive women, and men… makes it easier for him to sleep with whoever the Hel he wants to. Tried it on me once and I nearly killed him.” She approached us, her presence a grounding force.
I could feel the bones in my hand already repairing.
“Please, Eryndor, I don’t need to glamour anyone to enjoy myself.” His violet eyes roamed over me with a teasing intensity. “Plus, you like them extra big and bad. I could never compete with Gavrin,” he looked back at me, “he may be good in the sheets, but my cock is much bigger,” he winked at me. I felt Eryn’s embarrassment, and her cheeks flushed. Or perhaps, I was just flustered by Makar’s presence.
“Ha!” I exclaimed, my finger pointing between Eryn and Makar in triumphant glee. “I knew it! You did have some fun last night!”
Eryn shot me a glare, her eyes narrowed, and I smiled in response. Makar then turned his attention towards me as he had pulled back his auburn locks into a bun. A small scar swept from his eyebrow down just beneath his eye, giving him an imposing presence that was hard to ignore. Coupled with his well-defined muscles and his attractive face, he had a powerful aura.
