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I sucked in a breath, but my head was light, spots danced in my vision.
“Lean back, darling. Just sleep.” Veylor’s hands waved over my face, his shadows crept in the sides of my vision.
Yeah, sleep. That was exactly what I needed right now.
Chapter 56
Oryx
Her excitement bubbled over as she sat perched on my shoulders, fingers wrapped around my horns. When her thumbs traced circles at their base, heat surged through me, and I struggled to maintain my composure beneath her innocent touch.
It was the only way we kept Vesper restrained without making her feel… confined as we waited for her mother to awaken.
Under the high moon's glow, Sylvaine and Thackery journeyed to the portal and returned with the casket they had unearthed from the woodland's edge. Vesper begged to accompany themback to the Earth Realm, but we refused her—the risk was too great.
The journey through the portal wasn’t safe, even for seasoned fae with magik like Thackery and Sylvaine, but necessity drove them forward. The triad's reunion depended on it, despite the unknown dangers lurking beyond the portal.
Thackery and Sylvaine returned with their magik reserves brimming, their combined power sufficient to extract Alicia’s casket from its earthen prison and guide it through the night air back to the estate.
We couldn't bear to let Vesper near the portal. Our bond was too new, too raw, and the beasts that live beneath my skin paced restlessly at the mere thought of her wandering beyond my reach.
The casket glided through the estate gates, suspended by an unseen force. Torch-bearing attendants flanked the procession, their flames casting long shadows across the grounds. Sylvaine and Thackery walked behind it, fingers intertwined.
Beneath my hands, Vesper's legs trembled with barely contained excitement as we trailed the procession to the lab. Inside, Veylor stood beside the examination table he'd readied—one space for the casket, another draped with linens where we would soon prepare Alicia’s body for the reanimation ritual.
Vesper squirmed atop my shoulders, and my hands traveled up to steady her thighs. I gripped them firmly, the tips of my claws dimpling her soft skin through the fabric. "If you cannot remain still, pet," I warned in a low voice, "you won’t watch her awakening."
Vesper groaned when the casket was sat down with a gentle thud. “I can’t help it!” Her thumbs grazed over my horns again. “I just can’t believe this is happening. She’s here, she’s not dead. I can see her again!” She beamed at both of her fathers, who stared up at her with complete and utter devotion.
They both held out their hands to her, and she grasped each of them.
Vesper's joy at reuniting with Thackery didn't last long before she insisted we return to the estate to reanimate her mother. Though she showered both her fathers with affection—hugs and kisses on their cheeks that made my jaw clench—I ensured those tender moments were brief.
My possessive nature wouldn't allow for more.
Her fathers or not, those displays of tenderness belong to Veylor and I alone. For now, at least.
A rumble rose from deep in my chest when they clasped her hands, and they retreated at the sound. Vesper's heel thumped against my sternum—a warning I chose to ignore. Fathers or not, their years of absence had forfeited their right to her affection. Be it their own fault or not. My gaze tracked their movements, making it clear: they could admire her from a distance until I decided otherwise.
They have many, many years to speak with her. Especially when time didn’t matter.
Besides, Sylvaine and Thackery deserved this time with Alicia. Their separation had stretched across a realm and decades. They had lifetimes of memories to build.
Thackery stepped forward and eased the casket lid aside. As it slid open, earth and fragments scattered across the floor. Threads of silver-white magik weaved around the wooden frame, creating a protective barrier that prevented soil from spilling onto Vesper's mother. Atop my shoulders, Vesper's fingers clenched around my horns once more, her grip tightening with anticipation.
I groaned as my cock hardened in my trousers.
“Easy,” Veylor whispered up to Vesper, his hand sliding up her calf that laid on my chest. “You are making your monster uncomfortable.”
Vesper let go and laid her hand on the top of my hair. “Sorry, I’m so excited, I can’t contain it. I have so much to say. To all of them. I just.” She squealed.
My tail wrapped around Veylor, pulling him close, and Veylor grabbed Vesper’s leg tighter. “It will be alright, and they can stay as long as they want. Anything to make you happy.”
Vesper bit her lip and stared down at the both of us. “I’m so lucky to have you both. Even if I was kinda bitchy in the beginning.”
Veylor chuckles. “I was too, remember?”
I adjusted myself, moving my cock slightly to the right. “I liked it when she was bitchy.”
