Page 33 of The Iron Oath
Amuleta couldn’t fight the storm of emotions that were consuming her. She threw her head back and screamed. Her orgasm slammed into her, sending her straight to the sky. Her body trembled and shook. Magoza’s firm hand remained on her thigh to fix her in place, and she rode the waves of her release.She let go of the saddle’s handle and grabbed Magoza’s braids, keeping her head in place.
Her fingers pushed deep inside Amuleta and held still. Amuleta’s muscles pulsated around her. The sky came into view when her eyes opened. Her muscles grew weak. She could no longer hold herself up and felt as if she were about to fall. Magoza’s head shot up just as Amuleta slipped off the saddle. She grabbed Amuleta and righted her on the ground to where she stood limply in front of her. Amuleta didn’t even have the strength to hold herself in place. Her knees gave way.
Magoza chuckled and scooped her up into her arms.
“Well, now, mate. I can’t have you falling at my feet now, can I?”
A smile slipped onto Amuleta’s lips. She wrapped her arms around Magoza’s shoulders and nuzzled her face into the crook of her neck. She officially felt spent with her orgasm taking every ounce of energy from her. Somehow Magoza fixed her clothing then hefted them back onto her shukan. She kept Amuleta sitting sidesaddle and started the beasts back on track.
The pull of sleep claimed Amuleta. She closed her eyes and relaxed. At the moment, she had her full trust that Magoza would take care of her. So with a sigh, she allowed sleep to take her.
THIRTEEN
“Come, this way,”Magoza murmured.
Amuleta’s grip on her hand was tight. They had arrived at Angarth Keep. They’d boarded Barto and Lulu in the stables and were now making their way through her home. Amuleta gazed with wide eyes at the old structure. Magoza tried to see it through her eyes. She had been raised here and took everything for granted as the daughter of the chieftain.
“I’ve never been completely inside. I always meet Fodor at the back kitchen doors,” Amuleta said.
She moved closer to Magoza. They walked through the main courtyard. Magoza strode with pride; onlookers paused to take in her and her mate. She wished someone would say something about Amuleta and her heritage. At the moment, this would not be a good time for that person. Magoza was ready to defend her mate at any time.
“You will no longer need to go to the back doors for anything,” Magoza grumbled. She squeezed her hand in response. No, her mate would never need to go to the back as a servant or vendor again. She would sit on the throne at Magoza’s side once she took over.
She motioned for them to enter through a side door. A guard stood watch. He bowed his head and thumped his closed fist over his heart. He reached over and opened the door for them.
“Shamir omie,” Magoza murmured. She escorted Amuleta through the doorway and guided her down the maze of hallways that would take them to Magoza’s personal quarters. She would see to her mate before going in search of her father.
“I’ve always thought this place was beautiful. I’m sure the history is rich,” Amuleta said.
Her head jerked around as if she were trying to take it all in. Magoza bit back a grin at her mate. If only Amuleta knew how rich the history of the Nidani Clan was. She couldn’t wait to introduce her to Nargol. Her sister was a vessel of knowledge when it came to their family and always loved teaching others about it.
“I know just the person who can help educate you?—”
“There you are. Causing a ruckus. With all of the whispers about you arriving, I thought you had your foe’s head on a stake or something.” Nargol grinned. She strode down the hallway toward them. Her smile slipped from her lips when her gaze landed on Amuleta. She flicked her eyes toward Magoza then returned to Amuleta.
They stopped a few feet from each other. Magoza shifted Amuleta closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Servants and guests to the stronghold made no attempt to hide the fact that they were watching them as they ambled past them in the halls.
“And this would be her. Nargol, allow me to introduce you to Amuleta Sesh. My mate,” Magoza said with pride. She stood taller and allowed her voice to be clear and concise. She wanted to make sure that everyone who was eavesdropping heard her. “Amuleta, this is my pain-in-the-ass younger sister, Nargol Cydassi.”
“What the feck kind of introduction is that?” The twinkle in Nargol’s eyes returned. She offered a smile and her hand to Amuleta who stepped forward and took it. “It is a pleasure to meet the mate of my older deranged sister.”
“Likewise, I think.” Amuleta glanced between Nargol and Magoza with a smile on her lips. She released Nargol’s hand and took Magoza’s.
A warming sensation appeared in Magoza’s chest at the move. She wanted her mate to seek her out when she was nervous, unsure, or afraid. Magoza would always be there for her to comfort her when needed.
“With all of the commotion that you’ve caused, Father has sent me to escort you to him. He wants to see you immediately.”
“I want to get Amuleta settled?—”
“He wants you to bring your guest as well, apparently.” Nargol’s smile disappeared again. She stood to her full height. This was no longer Magoza’s teasing little sister but a warrior on a mission for their chieftain.
Magoza gave a slight jerk of her head. She couldn’t disobey a direct order from her father. She glanced down at Amuleta and offered her a reassuring smile.
“Let’s go see what my father wants.”
“Of course.” Amuleta squeezed her hand and nodded.
They followed Nargol through the halls, and it didn’t go unseen that a few warriors came up behind them and walked a short distance away. Magoza flexed her hand that twitched. The need to rest it on her axe was strong, but she fought it. Going into a meeting with her hand on her weapon to meet with her father would be seen as disrespectful.
