Page 8 of Fates of Monsters

One touch, that’s all it takes from Emerson. I feel his desire thick and heavy against my mind, like we are one and the same, and nothing could ever come between us. I moan, my head falling back as he controls my body effortlessly, and I give myself completely up to my mate. Emerson holds my thighs tight, swirling his tongue faster and pushing me straight into a mind-blowing orgasm. My cries of pleasure echo as he pulls up, and I’m dazed as he begins to undo his trousers. I fall to my knees, taking his hands away. He rubs his thumb across his lips, looking down at me. “You never need to kneel for me, my queen.”

I undo his trousers, running my hand over his cock hidden underneath his boxers. “You’re the only person I would bow for.” I pull his thick length out, enjoying the way his hips buck and how his control slips for me. He loses it for me. Emerson has always been in control, monster form or fae. He has such control over his emotions. As I run my finger over the tip of his cock, seeing his hands clench at his sides, I enjoy every moment of him. I lean closer, running my tongue across the tip, and he moans.

Fuck, I love that sound. I love him.

“Teasing me, are you, my queen?” he muses.

I smile as I suck him into my mouth, guiding until I feel him hit the back of my throat. His groan of pleasure is music to my ears, and I run my tongue around the edges of his cock as I slide him out of my mouth and go back down. His hand sinks into my hair, curses escaping his lips as I take full control of my king. It doesn’t take long before he is pulling me up off him and picking me up. Emerson carries me to the altar at the front, laying me under the archway. His lips trail down my cheek, down my jaw and to my neck, his cock nudging at my entrance. I wiggle, wanting him, needing him. He bites my neck, softly, before gripping my chin and forcing my eyes on him as the tip of his thick cock pushes at my entrance. I moan as he slowly pushes into me, inch after inch, until I’m so full I can’t breathe. He pulls back before slamming fully into me, and we both moan in pure bliss.

We are finally mates, finally as one. He groans as he kisses me, thrusting in and out, sending me closer to the edge of another orgasm with every thrust. His hands dig into my ass, clutching me to him as I meet every one of his thrusts.

I could die at this moment and be happy. There will never be anyone else for me, never anything else in any world that compares to him and what we have. “Emerson, I’m—”

“I know. You’re gripping me so fucking tight, my perfect queen.” He grips my breast, flicking my nipple, and I can’t take it anymore. My second orgasm is stronger than the first, shaking my body from my toes to my head. I clench around him, and he thrusts once more before spilling inside me with a roar that shakes the walls. Breathlessly, we stare at each other for a moment, enjoying the silence we have in this moment where words are not needed between us. This was about our souls, about the perfect moment we have to live in. I know we are lucky, even with all the pain we had to endure to arrive at this point, we still got here and have each other. Some souls spend forever looking for their soul mate and only ever finding the wrong person.

We found each other.

We love each other, and I couldn’t be more grateful to the goddess for this all.

There is a crash, loud enough to make the entire mountain shake around us. Bits of stones fall down from the broken roof, but Emerson is quick enough to make a shadow shield appear above us, and the rock bounces away. The echoes of a scream filter in from outside. “My parents! We have to get to them. Something must be wrong!”

Emerson is fast to get dressed as I pull the dress back on, ignoring the soreness between my legs as I run to the door. Emerson keeps the shadow shield around us the entire time as more rocks fall from the ceiling, and he grabs his sword from where it rests near the door. We barely get out the doors before the room collapses behind us. A part of me already mourns the loss of that room, the stained glass, all of it for a second, as we run down the corridor to get out of the mountain. We burst out of the mountain, the ground still shaking as I see my parents. They aren’t alone. A cloaked female is standing over my mother, who is too still on the ground. My father is running to them, his powers pulling up the surrounding ground in dark red flames.

The female holds her hand out, sending a wave of grey magic right at my father. I scream, lurching forward, but Emerson has his hand spread out too. A wall of darkness slams into the grey power, protecting my father. She looks up at Emerson, tilting her head to the side before she lowers her cloak, revealing a gold crown. She is a Rift Queen. Fuck.

“I know her from my dreams in this place,” Emerson tells me, and he looks at me for a second. “She has come here to stop you. I won’t let her.”

I lift my head. “We fight together.”

He kisses the side of my head. “My mate, we need the sword to kill her. I’ll protect your parents until you’re back. Get to the veil.”

“No, I can’t leave you!” I shout at him.

“I can’t come with you in here, Calliophe,” he reminds me in my mind. We won’t ever be apart again. The female is walking towards my father, and my mother still hasn’t gotten up. Why hasn’t she moved? “I love you. Now, my queen, get your sword and come back.”

I look at the veil and then back at my king. My mate. My world. “I love you.” It’s the last thing I say before I run down the mountain towards the veil, and he jumps off, spreading his wings out and flying right at the Rift Queen.

ChapterSix

Emerson shields me, even as I run in the opposite direction, away from him. I allow myself to look back, just once, to see him flying right at the waiting Rift Queen. My heart clenches in fear, so thick I can taste it. He is my mate. Emerson is strong, and I have to get the sword. Even with my heart pulling me back to my mate, I force myself to focus on where I’m going. Grey shadows explode around me, but Emerson’s shield effortlessly holds, even as the shadows pull up the ground under my feet and I nearly trip. The shimmering veil hangs over me now, casting its light onto the grey and black magic surrounding me like vipers. He’s okay, I tell myself over and over. I can feel Emerson’s heartbeat next to mine, feel our bond like it’s alive and humming within me.

I pull up the bottom of the dress, wishing I was in my leathers as the ground is torn up, and I have to make several jumps to get close to steps that lead up to the veil. Without pause, I run up the steps until I’m in front of the shimmering veil. Light kisses my cheek with how close I am. “Go, Calliophe!”

Emerson’s voice fills my mind, and I only think of him as I step into the veil. Hot, almost burning water surrounds me, choking me, and I struggle in the water, reaching and grabbing for anything as I slowly drown within it. It feels like forever, or maybe a few seconds, before something is pulling me straight up in the air. I’m suddenly thrust out of the water, and I slam hard onto the smooth ground.

I cough on thin air, noticing not an inch of my clothes or hair is wet, then look around to see pitch black with stars shining brightly everywhere around me. They are so bright, all different colors, and I can barely make out the darkness in between the stars. High in the sky shines a moon, but the moon is different. Large wings spread out of the moon on either side, Wyern wings. It’s beautiful and it reminds me of Emerson for a moment. I stare up at it for a second, still struggling to get my breath before I climb to my feet. What the hell is going on?

“I’ve come for the sword. Is anyone here?” My voice just echoes and the only response I get is a light hissing. The hiss seems to spread around me, and I spin, looking for where the noise is coming from, but it sounds like it is all around me.

“Welcome,” the voice hisses, female and old, and somewhat soft. “Chosen, the sword waits for you. What will you do with it?”

I’ve never heard the voice before. It’s not the goddess. It’s not anyone I know. I instantly don’t trust it. My mother thought there would be a test. This must be it. “I am a descendant of the goddess, and I have come for the sword to save my world from those with the crowns. Without the sword, I can’t get back and stop him.”

“I see the truth in your soul, Queen of the Wyerns,” she hisses, the title echoing. I reach for Emerson, but I can’t hear him or feel him in this place. “The Rift King who bears the crown is beloved to you, as he is your ward. A child you love. Do not think to fool me when I see in your soul that you do not want to end his life. Your mate cannot reach you here.”

I look at the moon. “The truth is that I don’t want to take Louie’s life, the boy I once knew, but I want to kill the man he is now. He was taken from me and turned into a monster. I won’t leave him like that and let him hurt any more people.”

“Truth,” the voice echoes. “The goddess once brought the sword so many years ago. For you. For the one who could put an end to this all.”

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