Her Dragon (Book 2 of The Circle Series)

CHAPTER 18: THE FAE

AMADEO

“Where was Inés running off to in such a hurry?”

Valentina shrugs and turns on the coffee machine. “Want one?” she asks over her shoulder.

“Sure.”

She slides a plate full of food towards me and then reaches into the cupboard above, pulling out two mugs. The silky robe rises slightly, giving me an eyeful of her toned legs. I thought after last night the need for her would lessen a bit, but it has only intensified.

“How did your call go?” I hated leaving her earlier, but I had no choice. She turns to face me, and her bright eyes search mine. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine.” She cuts up the syrupy torrijas and lifts the fork to my mouth. “What is this? I’m the one who feeds you.”

“Is that a rule?”

“It should be.”

Valentina laughs and holds up the fork again. “I ate already. Something tells me you haven’t.” I humor her and open my mouth. “I can warm this up if you like?”

I pull her tightly against my chest, run my hands up her thighs, and place them on her bare ass. I was worried she would pull away after our time together, but seeing her flittering about in the kitchen, looking all soft and relaxed and naked underneath her robe, is exactly what I needed right now after the news I was given.

“I prefer them cold,” I admit.

Her face scrunches up adorably. “You’re a weird one.”

Kissing her neck, I inhale her honey and strawberry scent, now mixed with oranges, and she shivers slightly. Impatient, I grab the fork from her hands and devour the food, and she shakes her head and laughs.

“So, do you want to talk about what’s bothering you? Something bad has happened, hasn’t it?”

Did she have a vision?

“The air is quite heavy around you. Witches can sense these things,” she answers as if reading my thoughts. Valentina leans back against the counter and stares expectantly as though she has all the time in the world, and I sigh. This is becoming a thing. Us talking in her kitchen or mine about Tribunal business.

“The Rebellion is trying to weaken our forces by going after anyone who has helped us in the past, or anyone they think is powerful enough to fight against them.”

“Are they really interested in reinstating the monarchies? Is that what this is all about?” she asks.

“It may have started that way with some dragons who refused to give up their thrones and meet the demands of the supernatural communities, but now it’s evolved into something more convoluted. Every group has somehow become involved in a bid to overthrow the current regime.”

She pours coffee for the both of us and waits for me to continue. “What a mess.”

“It is. Earlier this morning, a troupe of fifteen silver-winged faes were murdered and mutilated in Morocco. Their wings were torn from their bodies and taken. The wings have a dizzying effect and can disorient an opponent even after they are removed.”

“That’s horrible.” She frowns. “How do you know it was the Rebellion?”

“They left their mark, an upside-down crown, burned into the ground. They’ve also done this before with the blue-winged fae.”

“I’ve never heard of them.”

“Exactly. Their wings have healing properties. Decades ago, they were enslaving them, using their magic to heal their soldiers, and then they would kill them when they were no longer of use or sell their wings on the black market. I haven’t seen one in at least 20 years. If there are any alive, they’ve gone into hiding.”

“Who is the leader of the Rebellion?”

“Valentina, that’s enough of this depressing talk for today.”

“But-”

My lips brush against hers, cutting her off, and our tongues meld together. My hands travel inside the robe, squeezing both her breasts and she arches into my palms, making my heart rejoice and my body ache. This is the reaction I was hoping for when first entering the kitchen, but I should know better than to rush Valentina into anything. I also know the conversation is far from over. She’s simply placed it on hold for the time being.

“How are you feeling, mi amor (my love)?”

“I’m much,” she pecks my lips, “much better.”

My arms tighten around her as I run my nose along hers. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” she rasps. “Feel free to check.” Her smile is breathtaking.

“You’ll tell me if you’re in pain?”

She nods enthusiastically and presses into me, the desire flickering in her eyes.

“Your words, Valentina.” I nip at her bottom lip.

“I’ll tell you, Deo,” she promises softly.

The robe has slipped over her shoulders and her thick hair is tousled and cascading down her front. My sultry witch is an absolute vision. I bite a piece of mandarin and smear the juice all over her lips, her chin, down her neck and chest to circle her n****e. It puckers instantly, begging for my mouth. I feed her the mandarin and then she licks the juice clean from my fingers, sucking and twirling her tongue and humming with pleasure. My c**k throbs for her while I repeat the same thing to her other n****e with another piece of fruit.

Valentina watches me silently, lips parted and pupils blown wide,. I lift her on the counter, separating her legs with my hips, and my mouth follows the trail of juice to feast upon her golden skin. She tastes and smells unbelievably good.

Valentina cups the front of my pants and rubs her hand over my d**k, and it hardens painfully. Within seconds, she’s pulled down my pants and is stroking my length. Her thumb repeatedly runs back and forth over the sensitive tip collecting the bit of pre-c*m already leaking.

“Fvck, that’s good.”

I want to fill her up. I want to bury myself so far inside her tight walls and know her exquisite body better than my own.

What are you waiting for? I freeze at the sound of her voice in my head, and she smiles brazenly, continuing to stroke me.

Watching her come undone while I was inside her had, without a doubt, been the best moment of my life.

I’d never get over it.

But her ability to hear my thoughts and project hers to me so soon after our first time together meant our bond was strengthening, and that was everything I’ve wanted since realizing she was mine.

You better watch yourself now. Payback is a b***h. She teases.

Tangling my hand in her hair, I grab the back of her neck and connect our lips in a bruising kiss. Her smart little mouth should be the first thing filled, but I don’t trust myself to last five seconds in my current state with those pouty lips around me.

My fingers rub up and down her folds instead, making sure she’s telling the truth about feeling better, and she’s already wet and squirming from the pleasure. I can’t wait any longer. As if she senses this, she shifts to the edge of the counter, wraps her legs around my waist, and pulls me towards her. I sink into her warmth easily and groan.

Valentina fits snugly around me, her walls gripping my length perfectly, and she’s letting out those breathy little moans that are so incredibly sexy. Fusing our mouths, I guzzle them down.

Her body responds so sensually and confidently and each time we come together, she becomes louder with her pleasure. I will have her screaming for me before the end of this week. I know it.

“¡Dios Mío! (Oh my God!)” Someone shrieks behind us and Valentina freezes for a second, then tries to push me away from her. “¡Perdoname!, Su Majestad (Forgive me, Your Majesty).”

I snarl, but I don’t turn, and Inés scurries out of the kitchen.

“Deo, maybe we should check on her?”

My beast senses our mate shrinking from us, and I have to fight to reign him in, so I grip her thighs and slam back into her. Somehow it feels better each time. Her head connects with the cupboard above, but I don’t stop. I can’t. She leans slightly on her hands and drops her head back, pushing forward her flat stomach and perfect breasts. “The whole world could be burning, and I wouldn’t care. I wouldn’t leave here.” I tap on her p***y, and she clenches around me. “Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” she stammers.

Grabbing her ass and pumping inside of her, I revel in the sounds of our bodies coming together and hers coming apart. Her body was made to be f****d by mine. There’s no doubt in my mind as her nectar gushes and her legs seize around my hips.

Valentina’s surrender is beautiful. Her face, neck, and chest flush red as her orgasm passes through her. Witnessing it is all it takes for my mine to rip forcefully through me.

Without a second thought, I fill her with my c*m until there’s no room left, and it drips out of her. I lean my sweaty forehead against hers and our breaths mingle, coming out in pants.

When her breathing returns to normal, she pulls the robe back up and over her shoulders, and I tie the belt securely around her waist before slipping out of her. She jumps off the counter quickly and looks around.

“What do you need?”

“A cloth or something. It’s running down my leg.” She finally finds a napkin on the island and cleans between her legs.

“Let me,” I gesture towards her. It should be me taking care of her afterward, cleaning her up, and making sure she’s okay and comfortable.

“I’m done.” She tosses the napkin in the bin and turns away quickly. “I’ll wash the rest off when we get to the room.” I growl, and she stops to stare at me strangely.“I’m clean, don’t worry.”

I’m not worried about STIs and her history. My seed is inside of her, potentially creating a life, and neither of us thought of that in the moment.

“Valentina.” Her name comes out of my mouth more sternly than I intended.

“What?” Her forehead creases, and she crosses her arms. “What is your problem? What’s with the face you’re giving me?” She stares at me for several seconds, and then her eyes widen slightly. “I have an IUD. Is that what you’re worried about? We’re good. It’s all good.” She waves her hand dismissively and my heart drops into my stomach. “You can put your dragon-sized condoms away now if you like.”

Dragon-sized condoms?

I would be laughing if she didn’t sound so apathetic at the prospect of having my child. I don’t want to upset her by bringing it up after I know her feelings on the subject, and especially after how incredible it was between us only moments before, but that wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.

“Do you get those custom-made?”

This time I laugh. “Come here.” Curling my index finger toward the palm of my hand, I motion to her and then point to the ground right in front of my feet.

She obeys immediately, her lips tilt slightly on the sides, forming her trademark barely-there grin.

“Here?” she glances down and back up at me.

I nod. “I buy them at the store, like everyone else. I use them like everyone else as well, but you already know that.” I wink, and she blushes prettily.

She bites her lip, but the amusement is evident in her eyes, and I can smell her sweet arousal thickening the air around us. Her appetite is a great match for mine. “There’s just so much I still need to learn about you. I think we need to go back to the bedroom where you can teach me if it so pleases you, Your Majesty.”

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A/N:

I hope you enjoyed learning a bit more about the Tribunal and the Rebellion.

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