Page 142 of Wicked Magik
Still, despite my past cruelties, many of those I've wronged have chosen to remain under my roof. Perhaps hosting such an event wouldn't be entirely impossible after all.
They would have the possibility to find their mates, locals could try to find theirs…
The revelation about our mating bond still had my mind spinning. I hadn't yet found the courage to speak the truth to Vesper—this wasn't something to be casually mentioned over breakfast.
No, she deserved something memorable, something that would honor the significance of what we were to each other.
And let the whole world know that we all belonged to each other. With no fear, no shame.
I’d destroy anyone who thought otherwise.
My eyes lit up.
Of course at the ball. The ball would be perfect.
Then at the end of the night, I would ask Vesper to join our souls together permanently—all three of us bound by those ethereal threads Sylvaine described. My condition mightmake the ritual challenging, but nothing would stop me from completing what fate had designed for us.
A laugh escaped me. Half nerves, half excitement as I braced my palms against the table's edge. Yes, this would be the moment we'd all remember. I'd commission the finest silks from the Shadow markets for her gown, and have matching obsidian pendants crafted for both of them, something that would mark them unmistakably as mine.
From the nearby closet came a soft thump, drawing my attention. As I approached, whispers and muffled laughter leaked through the wooden door.
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose until I finally opened the door.
The closet was out of sight and the only way they could have gotten inside is if they came through the back of the library through one of the secret passages.
Oryx.
Vesper leaned against the wall in a dress I hadn't seen before, the bodice pulled askew to expose one pale breast. Oryx had her pinned there, his skulled head lowered to her chest, tongue circling her nipple as she flushed crimson. His fingers were tangled possessively in her hair, holding her steady as she squirmed.
She shook Oryx to get his attention but he hummed and paid her no mind. He was drunk with desire and instead pushed his body closer to hers.
"Well, isn't this a delightful surprise," I drawled, shoulder pressed against the doorframe as I surveyed the scene before me.
Oryx hummed and pressed Vesper up against the wall. “Just a snack,” he hummed. “Her scent was stifling in here.”
I leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised. "How generous of you to start without me, especially after sneaking in to listen to my private conversations."
Oryx stopped his licking and his ears perked up. “It was her idea. You should punish her.”
“Excuse me!” Vesper gasped. “You wanted to listen too!”
I sighed. “How much did you hear?”
“Most of it. I can have two mates because I’ve got a special pussy.”
Oryx snorted and I slapped my hand to my cheek.
There goes the, you are my mate surprise.
“It also means that your mother—”
“Got down and dirty with a super special rare fae.” She eyed me and grabbed my arm to pull me closer. “Now stop talking about my daddy issues and come here.” Her face softened. “You are getting worry lines.” She pressed her thumb between my brows to rub them away.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I came closer and wrapped my hand around her waist.
She shook her head. “No, I…”
My eyes rolled back into my head. Her scent was absolutely irresistible.
