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I press my index finger into her lips, and she opens for me, allowing me to enter. She sucks my finger just like she sucked my cock, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she rides me. Her tongue flicks around my finger while she moans against it.

She slides her hands between her legs, searching for that tight bundle of nerves. Moving in small circles, she rubs her fingers over her clit as she continues bouncing on my cock. Two of her fingers slide down to meet where my cock enters her, and she tightens them around the base of my shaft as it slides in and out.

My hips buck, driving me deeper into her as the pleasure intensifies under her tight grip. She reacts to me, moaning louder as her own pleasure builds inside her.

I’m close to coming, but I need to hold out for her. She’s getting closer now. I can feel how tightly her pussy clenches my cock as she nears the edge.

Pulling her fingers away from her pussy, I bring them to my mouth, sucking her perfect juices off them. My eyes roll back as I taste her.

She tastes so fucking good.

She tastes likemine.

I suck hard against them, making sure I don’t leave a single drop. Her eyes turn molten as she watches me, and she begins moving faster against me, rocking her rips at an angle so that her clit presses against my lower abs.

The pressure builds, and I’m about to come.

She moans with intense pleasure as she tips over the edge, coming all over my cock. Her hips continue moving against me, drawing out her pleasure for as long as she rides the high of her orgasm.

The sound of her satisfaction is enough to send me tumbling into an orgasm, and I begin emptying my seed inside her. She milks my cock dry as her orgasm ends, and we’re both left breathless.

Chapter Eighteen

ADEENA

My stomach twists in knots as I stand on the landing overlooking the Fire Court front lawn. Revna and I just said goodbye, and we both cried our eyes out the entire time.

“I have grown to love you as though I would love my own daughter,” were her final words as she kissed my forehead, then sulked as she walked back inside the castle.

My bags are packed as full as I can cram things into them, but I’m still missing half my closet. Dreyden watched how frustrated I was getting as I packed, so he promised to bring the rest of my items over in a pocket portal once I get settled in.

Lyra and I will be living in an old manor located on the edge of Northford. At one time the manor belonged to Lyra’s grandfather, but just like every other building in Northford, it has been abandoned. She wasn’t happen when she found out we’d be going to Northford because it’s where all her core memories lie, but she is slowly coming around to the idea of building a new life in a familiar place. Plus, I think she has secretly had her eye on her grandfather’s house since childhood, and now it’s hers.

I’m nervous.

Nervous beyond belief, but I have to do this. These people need a leader, and the gods have chosen me. The lost fae have followed my direction since the moment they arrived, and there have only been a few hiccups while I established a hierarchy with some of the younger fae. The three boys put on dish duty have been surprisingly low profile since the incident. Regardless of if their behavior has improved or not, I feel a sense of relief knowing I’m taking them out of Fire Court and we can’t further anger the Fire Court villagers. Dreyden doesn’t need drama started by the lost fae.

I watch the people assembling in the yard. None of them have any real personal belongings. Each of them holds a little bag filled with hygiene products given to them by Fire Court. They’ve been sent here with absolutely nothing, and Fire Court can’t spare more than hygiene kits and a few blankets here and there, which will be carried by the legion.

“Are you ready to go?” Dreyden asks from behind me as he steps out onto the landing. There’s sadness in his voice, which breaks my heart.

I’m sad too, but I can’t be selfish. I cannot pick my own happiness over twelve thousand lost souls. It wouldn’t be right, and the gods would be angered by my decision. They chose me for the job, and I am trying my best to have faith in their judgment.

Reluctantly, I nod. “Yes. Is the legion ready?”

Izan appears in the doorway behind Dreyden. “They’re ready when you are,” he says as he steps onto the landing.

“It’s going to be a long walk,” Lyra sighs from beside me.

I roll my eyes at her, nudging her in the ribs. “We’ve done it before, and we’ll do it again. I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

“That doesn’t mean Iwantto do it,” she laughs. “But I’ll do it for you. I’ll go anywhere for the warrior who led me to be a stronger, better woman. It’s a bonus you killed Erebus, but I’d do it even if you hadn’t.”

“If she hadn’t, this wouldn’t be happening,” Izan says coldly.

Tight tension has been strung between Izan and Lyra since we made the decision to leave Fire Court. I think he’s pissed off and hurt by her leaving, but he refuses to say it out loud. If I had to bet, I’d say Izan has feelings for Lyra that go beyond what I’ve seen.

Dreyden laces his hand through mine, kissing it softly as he leads me toward the edge of the stairs. “Your court awaits,High Lady.”

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