Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,102
happens. Our bodies lift from the bed, we float, my cock still buried inside of her, I look down to see that we are at least two feet from the bed, suspended in the air.
“What is happening?” she cries, her hands wrapping around my shoulders at the same time her legs circle my waist and grip me tightly.
“Magic, Sybilla.”
“But what? Where?”
My lips turn up. “Love, sweeting,” I breathe. I slant my head and touch my lips to hers. “Love,” I repeat before I slide my tongue inside of her warm and waiting mouth.
Chapter Thirty-One
SYBILLA
Once we float back down to the bed, I try my hardest not to freak the fuck out, but I pretty much fail. I’m shaky and scared, we floated, like in the air, like something otherworldly. Then it hits me and I realize that I am in another world.
Elias wraps his arms around my naked body and pulls me against his chest, his lips touching the side of my head while he whispers sweet words to calm me down. It works, eventually, though I’m not sure how much my frazzled mind can take at this point.
“Get dressed, the men will want to talk about what happened at the castle,” he murmurs against my temple.
Pressing my lips together, I turn my head and touch his jaw with my mouth. “I’m scared that the girls aren’t safe,” I whisper.
He grunts, his arms flexing around me. “We will soon find out.”
“What about the war?”
He shakes his head. “I’ll leave Merek here to lead the continuing battle. It will not be much longer, we are forcing their hand. Their numbers dwindle, their men are retreating by the dozens, every day. We will be victorious, sweeting.”
He releases me and I slip off of the bed to pull on my thin nightgown. Turning to him, I bite my bottom lip. “I have nothing else to wear, Elias.”
His eyes travel down my length and his lips twitch at the sight of my nipples, clearly visible beneath the gown. He holds up his hand and turns his back to me. I watch as he walks over to a trunk and stands, holding a tunic in his hands.
“It’s not as flattering as your dresses, but it will cover you.” He grins as he closes the distance between us.
Reaching for the tunic, I pull it over my head, slipping my arms in and am I’m glad to see that it is long enough that it grazes the tops of my knees. Elias wraps his hands around my waist and tugs me against his chest.
Tilting my head back, I look up into his eyes and let out a sigh as his gaze instantly turns indigo. He lowers his head and slides his lips across my own in a brush of a sweet kiss before he releases me.
Without a word, he walks over to the tent entrance and pushes the flap back. I hear him call out a few orders and then within seconds, the tent fills with his men. They all watch me, worry clearly etched on their faces.
“I’m okay.” I nod.
“The women?” Rowan asks.
My gaze flicks to Merek. His face is set hard, his hands balled into fists by his sides, he looks pale as if he’s going to be physically ill at any moment.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I ran, the soldiers were on my heels. I tripped over men, but I’m not sure if they were yours or theirs. Then that horse appeared.” I turn my head to look back at Elias. “What the hell was that, anyway? Your horses fly here?”
Elias’ lips twitch. “That was an Arion. It was sent by forces unknown. They don’t roam freely here, but they are known to appear from time to time. It is a flying horse with the ability to speak, either telepathically or from the mouth.”
“He spoke telepathically and he was there at just the right time,” I murmur. Elias nods, his gaze flicking over to the others. “The man in my room told me that they were sent to rid the world of me, by goddesses. I don’t know who though and I don’t know where Aleida and Godiva are, I haven’t seen them in days.”
Something flashes in Elias’ eyes at the same time I hear Merek growl. “You’ve done well, sweeting,” he murmurs, bringing me close to his side.
His mouth touches the side of my head before he whispers to me, instructing me to go and lie down in the bed to rest.