Page 137 of Of Storm and Emerald
He consumed her.
Flattening his tongue as he took long languid strokes up her center. And when he added two fingers into her entrance, and swirled his tongue around her clit, she thought she would combust right then.
But Daemon stopped his assault with his tongue and stood, his fingers still plunging deep within her as his thumb worked the sensitive bundle of nerves. Using his free hand, he pushed his pants down off of his hips and freed his considerable length from its confines.
“I want to spend the rest of the night with my head between your thighs. But right now, I need your sweet pussy wrapped around me.”
She nodded emphatically, and in the next moment, he removed his digits from her core and replaced them with his cock, his mouth fusing to hers to stifle her moans.
Her legs were wrapped firmly around his waist as he drove into her. The cool bite of the gate as it dug into her back added to the mix of sensations, and it wasn’t long before she was spiraling into bliss with Daemon right behind her.
Once their hearts stopped racing and their breathing returned to normal, he returned her feet to the ground and recalled his shadows from her wrists.
They hadn’t even had time to fully right themselves, when Piper came barreling into the sanctuary garden with a crazed look in her eyes.
Auraelia pushed her skirts back into place and scurried around Daemon to reach her panicked friend. “What is it, Piper? What’s wrong?”
Piper’s eyes were wide and there was fear swirling in their hazel depths.
“Something’s wrong. I don’t know what exactly, the vision is fuzzy. But, Rae, I think–I think I saw your mother…die.”
Chapter Forty-Four
Daemon
“Die?Whatdoyoumean, you think you saw my mother die? What are you talking about?” Auraelia’s voice was edged in panic as she grasped her friend's shoulders, shaking her as if that would force the information in Piper’s brain to dislodge and transfer into her own.
Daemon hurried across the space and pulled her from Piper. “Auraelia, give her a moment.”
She roughly pulled out of his grasp, his arms falling limp at his sides, as she extended her hand toward Piper. “Show me.”
“Rae, I don’t–” Nervousness and worry contorted Piper’s features at Auraelia’s request.
“Piper, it’s mymother. We don’t have time; I need to see it.Please.”
Piper acquiesced and grasped Auraelia’s hand in hers.
Daemon watched Auraelia squeeze her eyes shut. Saw them flick back and forth behind her lids as she watched the vision unfold. Piper on the other hand, had her eyes wide open–her gaze growing distant as the vision took over her sight.
He knew the instant the vision concluded, as Piper blinked away the fog and Auraelia’s eyes shot open–her face whiter than fresh snow.
“Auraelia?” Her name did nothing to jar her out of the state of shock she had fallen into after seeing Piper’s vision. But the moment his hand landed on her lower back, she spun away from him and sprinted toward the castle.
He and Piper were quick on her heels, and despite their cries begging her to slow down, her pace never faltered. It wasn’t until she reached the courtyard right outside the ballroom, that she finally slowed to a brisk walk.
With her pace slower, Daemon shadow-walked and grabbed her elbow from behind, pulling her to an abrupt stop. “Auraelia, slow down, please.”
She whirled on him, anger and fear warring for dominance in her eyes. “Slow down? My mother could be lying dead on the floor of the ballroom right now, and you want me toslow down?”
Piper grasped Auraelia’s face between her hands, forcing her to focus on her face and everything that she said. “Rae, breathe. You can’t barge into the ballroom; you’ll throw everyone into a panic. Just–take a moment to calm yourself before you go storming through the room like a hurricane.”
“I don’t have time for this.” Auraelia wrenched her face from Piper’s hands and continued toward the ballroom.
Daemon was close on her heels, and as they wove through the throng of guests just outside the doors, the chime of glasses clinking together filtered out into the garden as everyone took a sip from their glasses.
“No. Goddess, please, no,” she muttered under her breath as she shoved her way toward her mother once more.
As the clamor of the toast began to die down, it was as if the world tilted on its axis, causing it to spin in slow motion.
