noted,” I snapped back, letting my power slide over him, allowing him to feed. His eyes went wide, and I pushed more power into him, watching as he groaned while his eyes rolled back in his head mid-orgasm. “That help?” I asked, noting the way his brands danced to a steady beat like he was being fucked.
“Fuck, you’re delicious.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I stated, turning to look at the army that remained seated on their mounts. “Has your army been fed?”
“They have no sense of morals. They started fucking each other even though they’re blood-related. Starving Seelie don’t normally care, but I don’t want to carry the knowledge around that I fucked my own blood to feed.” He held on to the stones of the wall, heady from the power I fed him.
I sent the same power rushing through the army, noting the way they jolted and then moaned as I fed them enough to protect our people from his army’s need to feed. I needed troops to fight, not a half-starved, half-mad Seelie army who had been locked in a cage of magic since the moment they were born. Danu had created them, then thrown them into the prison as if they’d meant nothing to her. I was convinced she’d been using them to build an army for some purpose.
Seelie were the opposite of the Unseelie, and yet Asher was high fae, born of horde genetics, which was why Faery had chosen him to take Dresden’s place. It also made me wonder if the Light Heir had been within the Palace of Lights when it had fallen to the mages.
The only way to get the full power of the brands was to be the heir. Meaning there wasn’t another alive, which shot the whole Light and Dark Heirs making a baby together out of the realm of possibilities.
“These assholes again?” Adam asked as he walked up behind me, noting the way the entire army outside the gates was moaning. “They seem happy.”
“Adam, meet the Light Heir,” I grumbled, watching his eyes grow large and rounded.
“I’m not fucking him. If that’s Faery’s idea of a cosmic joke, it can fuck off.” Adam crossed his arms, hiking a dark brow to his hairline.
“I think your destiny changed unless Asher has a uterus hidden behind his balls.”
“You know I’m right fucking here, right?” Asher mumbled, still staring at me like he was in heaven, and I was his tour guide past the pearly gates. “You need to stop before I make a mess. My dick is actually fucking pulsing right now, and I’m trying really hard not to disrespect your husband by coming as I stare at his pretty wife’s face while her power fucks me up.”
“Oh, sorry,” I chuckled. “I thought we were having a moment, Asher.”
“We’re about to have a few moments that I’m certain my new found brother wouldn’t approve of if you don’t turn it off, woman.”
“Riders!” Someone shouted.
We turned, staring out at the dark armor of the troops moving toward Asher’s army. I swallowed as the hatred of those who approached filled the air.
“Mages!” I screamed, turning to the men who stood by the drums. “Sound the alarms! Battle formations! Fucking move! Let the army in, now! Open the gates quickly.”
“What the fuck are they thinking?” Dristan asked, watching as thousands of mages marched toward the stronghold. “It doesn’t look like they’re here to surrender.”
My throat tightened as fear gripped my heart painfully. Fighting my hands at my sides to hide the trembling, I exhaled fighting to expel the worry slithering through me at the sight that swam in my vision.
“No, they’re not. They’re coming to take down the last caste of the high fae. They’ve come to fight the horde. Asher, get your army inside now. Sevrin, get the archers to the front of the wall. I want shield holders ready to guard them at the front, and the infantry behind. Move the cavalry behind the infantry, ready to charge on my command. Asher, your