Page 54 of Bonded By Moons

“Oh.” Amara laughs and backs away, letting out a large breath. “Yeah, she’s always been a deep sleeper. It’s like a troll hit her over the head and she’ll never wake up, but to my surprise she always does. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions. It’s good to see you again, Prince Willow.”

“Please, just Will.” I nod at the front door and say, “May we come in?”

“Oh! Of course, it’s her house anyways.” She turns on her heels and leads me to an entrance on the side of the two-story cottage. “Ember’s lived here since she turned 18. She bought this place immediately after university and then turned it into one of the most reputable elixir and gem businesses in Faerelle.”

“My mate is quite a wonder, isn’t she?” I say while glancing down at her soft features. She sleeps so peacefully here in my arms. I’ve noticed she’s had fewer nightmares since allowing me to sleep in bed with her too.

Amara takes us through the front entrance, past the vine-covered foyer, and into my mate’s pink apartment. It’s everything I imagined for her and more. This apartment speaks so many truths about my mate. There are elements of earth, water features, natural stone, pink decor, and furniture. It’s truly comforting for me to be here in a place that represents so much of my moon-bound mate.

“You can take her upstairs if you’d like. I can start some tea for us while she rests. Your travel must have been hard given the lump of slumber she’s in.” v Amara observes as I take the stairs leading up to my mate's pink covered bedroom.

“We had a long night, unfortunately. She didn’t get the best sleep so I don’t blame her for taking advantage of a traveling nap.” I state before I step into her precious bedroom. It’s Ember in every way that matters.

Amara starts making tea while I set my little dragon down in her luscious hot pink nest of blankets. She immediately snuggles into what I assume is her favorite pillow and lightly snores. Kissing her softly on the forehead, I tuck her in and head back downstairs. It feels relieving to be far away from the threats of my father so she can get the rest she deserves.

Once I meet Amara in the kitchen, she hands me a mug and leans against the kitchen counter while sipping from her cup. I take a seat on one of the bar stools and let out a sigh as I also take a drink of tea.

“So, how was the ball? Tell me what happened the past few nights, and is there any news of reinforcements in the search for finding Brooks? Ember normally checks in but I didn’t hear from her the entire time. I’ve been here worried sick.” Amara whines.

I place my mug down and begin filling her in on the events of the past few days.

“My father has access to new powers. We aren’t sure what that means yet, but he’s able to use invisible forces to act to his will. Without going into much detail, I was made a spectacle at the ball for disobeying my father. Other than that, I think Ember should be the one to tell you the more important news. It’s her information to share.” Even though I could tell Amara everything, I respect my mate enough to know she’d want to be present for this conversation.

Artie arrives and stomps through the front door, tracking mud everywhere. “Hey! Take those rancid boots off. Does this look like a pig pen? Who even are you?” Amara yells while stomping over to Artie.

“A little help with this viper, Will?” Artie looks up at me with a smirk and laughter while avoiding Amara’s fists. She is equally as feisty as Ember. Which makes sense considering they're practically sisters from how Ember talks about her.

I chuckle. “Amara, meet my personal guard and best friend, Artemus Steel.”

“But you, my lady–” Artie takes a low bow while standing in a pile of mud from his boots. “are blessed to be in my presence.”

Amara snorts and turns her back on Artie. She trudges back to the kitchen and continues sipping on her tea. She stares daggers into Artie from afar.

We make small talk over our tea and before we know it, I hear the rustling of sheets up above.

“Excuse me,” I say and place my mug in the sink. I take the stairs two at a time and find my mate rising from her slumber. She stretches her arms above herself and tries to flatten her tousled hair.

“Hi.” She greets me.

I stand at the top of the stairs of her loft, staring at her beauty and my cock goes instantly hard. Seeing her hair a mess, tussled in the sheets, her strappy top dangling off her shoulder and exposing the top of her breast snaps something in me. I cast neon blue flames along the railing of her loft and cage us in from any wandering eyes. I also cast a silencing bubble around her room.

Slowly, I prowl toward my mate like a cub catching its prey for the first time. “Hello, mate.” I say with a raspy voice.

She smiles at me as I tower over her. “Welcome to my home, Prince Willow.” She pushes the sheets back and crawls to the edge of the bed, wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing my chin. “I have a gift for you.”

“A gift? What for?” I tilt my head and give her a crooked grin and she inhales a short breath. I watch as her toes curl and her skin breaks out in gooseflesh.

I love how I affect her.

Before she gives me an answer, I stare at her with hunger as she unbuckles my trousers and shoves them down my thighs. “Thank you for bringing me home safely,” she says as she grabs my already hard cock in her hands. Slowly, she strokes me with those soft hands. I let my head fall back and moan. Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.

Ember begins trailing kisses from the bottom of my shaft to the tip of my cock. She licks an ooze of precum up and I nearly fucking burst at the sight of it. I grab a handful of her hair and help guide myself into her beautiful mouth. She places one hand on my hip and another cups my balls.

“Fuck.” I groan and start to thrust through her plump lips. “You take my cock so well. Just like that.”

She moans as she sucks my swollen cock, licking and nipping the tip.

“Ember.” I hiss through my teeth as she undoes me.

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