Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,114
I take him inside of me, loving the way that it feels.
He is watching me, lids lowered, jaw clenched, eyes glittering through his lashes and I know that he’s just as affected as I am by this intense moment. A muscle jumps in his jaw and I take that moment to lean forward.
My lips touch his, my tongue slides across the seam of his, and I tilt my head to the side as I press my mouth against his, my hips bucking and jerking as I fuck him with all that I have, my body no longer under my control.
He growls, his fingers flex against my neck before he lifts his hips, meeting mine until I cry out as my climax rolls through my entire body.
Elias growls, swallowing my cries, his fingers continuing to work my ass as his hips lift and then he stills inside of me, growling against my lips as his cock fills me with his own release.
I rip my mouth from his in an attempt to catch my breath. “I love you,” I breathe. “I want all of you,” I admit.
He nods, his face serious, so serious as his glittering black eyes turn indigo. “You shall have me, My Queen, always.”
There is a moment of silence as we catch our breaths, our eyes connected to one another’s as we just watch each other. I almost tell him how scared I was when he went off to break into this place, when he left me at that camp in his tent.
I almost admit that I was seconds away from completely losing my shit and running away from him as far and as fast as I possibly could. I don’t tell him any of those things. Instead, I touch my mouth to his.
ELIAS
The Queen’s chamber is oddly dusty and unused in this castle. It should not surprise me that this unmarried king would not put any woman in his queen’s chambers, but then again, I thought that some paramour would have had access to it at some point over the years. However, it looks as if it has been untouched for at least two decades.
Leaving Sybilla and her girls in the room, I go in search of some men to take a tub and fill it with bathing water for the women. Thankfully, one of my men is not too far away and dips his chin before running off, all too eager to do his King’s bidding.
Merek is found easily enough at the closed door of the witch’s quarters. “Have you thought of what this means?” I ask, jerking my chin toward the closed door.
“Lief knows more of magic than I do,” he says with a nod.
Lief pushes off of the wall and tilts his head to the side, his eyes roaming over the door. “Aleida and Godiva are close, but they are cloaking themselves,” he murmurs. “I can feel them.”
“How?” I demand, as this is the first time that I have heard of Lief having any access to magic, or knowing a sarding thing about it.
“I do not practice magic, I do not hold it inside of myself, but much like Cornwall, it has been in my family. My grandmother though, not my mother. I can do naught but sense it. And I sense the women.”
Lief spins around and I watch as he narrows his eyes. “Show yourselves, witches,” he growls.
As if he’s summoned the Devil himself, two figures appear. I recognize one as the witch Godiva when she was brought to me veiled in beauty. The other must be Aleida veiled the same way. Before our eyes, I watch as they become themselves again.
“Thank you for not calling us sooner.” Godiva grins, giving Lief a wink. “Your soldiers do love to celebrate victory and we were enjoying ourselves immensely,” she admits with a shrug of her shoulder.
“Why did you leave my bride vulnerable? I should have your heads for that,” I demand.
Aleida shakes her head, taking a step toward me. “We foresaw the goddesses’ evil work. We cannot fight them. They will destroy us if they get ahold of us. The only way we could protect the Queen and you, was to go into hiding so that they could not have easy access to us. We sent her the Arion, who is now connected to her and all she must do is call his name and he will find her and rescue her from danger,” she explains.