Page 66 of Bonded By Moons

Heading to the bathroom, I pour myself a bath and undress. Stepping into the bathing pool, I prop myself against the edge with one arm and stare out amongst the stars. Just like Ember's beauty, the moons are glowing exponentially brighter tonight.

Thinking of Ember gets me instantly hard and I can’t handle the level of arousal I’m feeling right now. It’s so intense under the moon’s light that streams through the glass windows, that I wrap my hand around my cock and begin stroking myself. Thinking of my little dragon, I imagine her sitting in this bath with me and thrusting my hard cock through her wet sex. “Fuck,” I let out a raged breath.

I cum so fast and hard, but it doesn’t satisfy my need to be inside of Ember.

THIRTY

Ember

Isit in the bathing pool by myself with a silencing bubble around the room. Amara already bathed and decompressed, so I tucked her in and headed to the bathroom after. I can’t handle the level of lust and wanting I feel for my prince. I crave him inside of me, around me, all over me. Everywhere all at once. I lean my head back against the stone bath while touching myself and letting out soft moans.

Come for me, princess.I hear the prince whisper through the bond and feel a warmth blooming at my center. I didn’t think he could hear me, but for some reason the bond feels extremely irresistible tonight.

Good girl.

I come completely undone with his words in my mind. It takes everything in me to not leave Amara behind and find the prince to take care of my insatiable cravings. Swiftly washing, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel, I head to my closet and find an assortment of sensual yet cozy pajamas. After I dress in a thin camisole and shorts, I crawl into bed next to her, I fall asleep almost instantly.

I dream of our future, as king and Queen of Estrallume. I dream of the peace our rule will bring and the children we will have. But my dream quickly bleeds into a nightmare full of shadow beasts, creatures similar to what Brooks appeared to be. Blood pours over our castle walls, children lay murdered in the streets, and I watch in utter horror as my mate is beheaded before me. Demons fly high in the sky above, shooting flames down into our capital city.

I’m sweating and can feel tears rolling down my face as I toss and turn. Slowly, I hear a song. A song that relaxes my muscles, calms my soul and whispers my name.

Ember Moonlace, Daughter of the moons. Come to him.

I dream of following that ethereal voice. I dream of stars and moons, light and dark, love and death.

Wake, child. It is time.The voices whisper and my eyes fling open. I’m laying on cold, hard stone ground. I push myself up to my hands and knees. I stare around at the dark cave I find myself in as my eyes slowly adjust to my surroundings.

Before me sits a pool of blue and purple swirling water. The stones are stacked along the edges, providing some privacy to whoever dares enter. The cave opens up to the edge of a cliff, overlooking what I assume to be Faerelle. The three moons sit high above the cave, centered and glowing brighter than ever before.

Daughter of The Moons, Son of Redemption. You are summoned here tonight to complete the calling of your mate bond.The ethereal voice sounds clearer now as the moons continue to glow above.

Who is the Son of Redemption?

Holy shit.

Is this our mating ceremony? What day is it?

I look around the stone cave and watch as he comes into view, standing in the center of the sparkling pool. He’s shirtless and staring at the moons high above. I finally stand and tiptoe to the entrance of the pool. He must hear me pad over because he turns to face me and his eyes darken at the sight of me.

A slow but all consuming burn starts to center itself in my abdomen as I stare at my moon bound mate. I slowly undress, letting the fabrics fall down my body and rest on the edge of the pool. Willow lets out a soft growl at the site of my naked body before him. I lower my toes into the water, stepping on the first stone and find my footing. I’m shaking with so many uncontrolled emotions; adoration, nervousness, fear, wonder, and something akin to love.

I never thought I’d be standing here, before my mate, and earnestly ready to accept him into my heart forever.

“Hello, Ember.” His deep voice rasps over my skin, causing my toes to curl and a featherlight chill to course down my back.

I let out a deep breath, stepping down onto the next stone and lowering myself into the perfectly warm water. I can feel the magic within the pool caressing mine, stroking and charging my powers in the moon blessed water. Willow’s skin glistens and shines with the oils of the water.

“Hi,” I say on a shaky breath.

I step down one last time and feel the water touch my peaked breasts. Swirling my hands through the water, I look down and watch as the blue and purple colors fall from my palms. I make eye contact with Willow again. I take in his chiseled cheeks, black and blue hair, the way his fangs peak out through his parted lips. I’m the luckiest fae in the world, I think to myself.

“You’re otherworldly, my flame. You are the goddess I choose to worship until my dying breath.”

I feel more chills surrounding my body, tears building behind my eyelashes as I let his words flow over me. I put up such a fight against this fucking bond, and now that I’m here I can’t believe I wasted to much time fighting this. His love is unlike anything I could have ever dreamed of.

The way he looks at me, the way he treats me, the way he holds me is more than enough.

I feel frozen, stuck in place and utterly entranced by him. I realize I actually cannot move from this spot. Noticing Will struggle with the same restraints, I look up at the moons.

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