to be demolished by something stronger, unrestrained, and lawless.
“But forget the Prophesies for a moment,” she added quickly when Ramses’ forbidding frown threatened to cut her short.
“Think about it logically. Your Dark Nobles will bow to the strongest, yes? You can wait for them to Challenge you one by one, directly or through assassination attempts, or you can show them what true power is.”
“Think you I don’t know about true power?” the king rasped in a deceptively soft voice, even as the ground of the throne room vibrated ominously beneath their feet.
Aella fought to literally and figuratively hold her ground.
“Oh yes, you’re undoubtedly mighty, King Ramses,” she said, both impressed and alarmed by his show of strength, but kept these reactions to herself. Just barely.
Eveline had some explaining to do.
She never let on that the Dark King was an Elemental. At least, that’s what Aella supposed, given his little demonstration. Aella had never met or even heard of a telekinetic so strong. Except in oral legends passed down through the generations that were more often than not dismissed as myth.
“But you are still just one individual,” she argued. “Your Chosen, also powerful, individually and together, is just one team. What better way to demonstrate your true strength than through the collective powers of your allies? Pure, Dark, Elemental, Animal, and human. Together, our forces represent the strongest warriors amongst all Kinds. Let us help each other defeat common foes.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“What then? When the enemy is vanquished? Am I to believe you Pure Ones would ever submit to Dark rule?”
“Never,” Aella said fiercely, instinctively, forgetting her ambassador role.
“This is about cooperation, not one Kind exerting supremacy over another.”
Before the powerful male could take affront at Aella’s tone, Jade stepped in once more.
“Think about it, Ramses,” she urged gently but firmly.
Then added with a mischievous smile, “If nothing else, think how pleased your ‘little sprite’ will be to have her friends united.”
With a glance, she indicated to Inanna and Aella that it was time for them to withdraw.
“We shall leave you to contemplate all the ways you’ll require your Mate’s expression of gratitude,” Jade said, as if Ramses’ agreement was a matter of course.
Good negotiating tactic, that.
As they departed the throne room, Aella glanced back at the magnificent Dark King upon his imposing throne.
The ball was in his court, so to speak.
She prayed he would make the right decision.
Chapter Twelve
Perhaps super soldiers didn’t need sleep, Sophia thought, as her lover’s hands and lips roamed her body leisurely, his maleness buried within her to the hilt.
Endlessly hard. Continuously pulsing.
In time with the beat of his heart. Her heart. Their hearts as one.
How many hours had it been now? Perhaps not as many as she thought. Perhaps the universe had answered her prayers and suspended time, stretched out every moment and breath, to make up for the eternity that they’d been apart.
She couldn’t complain.
It was still pitch black in the forest, the only illumination from a low-slung moon, and its ghostly reflection flickering in the tranquil pool at the bottom of the waterfall.
Sophia lay on her back upon the mossy bank. Dalair lay mostly on top of her, pinning her body with his greater mass and muscular weight.
And more specifically, with his stone-hard cock. Keeping them locked together in the most intimate way.
She loved the weight of his body upon her. The heat of his skin, the drug of his scent.
She loved the silk-wrapped steel of him within her, how his manhood conquered, protected, anchored, and most of all—pleasured.
So much pleasure, she felt reborn. Experiencing the world in bold, new ways. Learning and understanding herself as she never had before.
Had her skin always been so soft, so sensitive? That an exhale upon her nipple could flood her with heat? Had her fingertips ever been so inquisitive? The need to touch and explore another so compelling that the loss of contact would leave her bereft? When had her bones and muscles become so malleable? That she melted into putty made of electrified nerves, that one small touch from him anywhere on her body would set off a thousand sparks throughout?
She never knew it could be this way. Though they’d…been together before, though she’d had other partners in other incarnations that she could no longer recall, this was different.
This was a true Mating. Every sensation multiplied exponentially.
Over the past incalculable, elongated moments, he must have taken her dozens of ways. At least, that’s what it seemed like to Sophia, whose countless orgasms had all