~Oyon~I shake and nod my head all at once. I watch her smooth hands hover around where she begins massaging a coconut-smelling oil on my skin. I have no doubt the dragon kept that shit in my room.That prince is big on skincare and stuff. Can spend hours looking at the mirror and practicing skincare routines or whatever it is he chooses to call it.Bethy raises a brow as if she's asking me to continue. “People believe I was sent to solve a problem. It made me force myself to read and learn everything I could about the Vel Morin before me, and I found out why he came. It gave me a sense of purpose, and it was mostly the reason I was able to endure the shit I went through in the hands of the Liminal order as a child.”She stops massaging me, and I almost cry out in protest. “They hurt you?”I've never shared with anyone what I really went through in the hands of Kaelith Argon and the others. I'm not big on speech and expression because I harbor a lot of pain deep inside me.The endles
~Oyon~I shake and nod my head all at once. I watch her smooth hands hover around where she begins massaging a coconut-smelling oil on my skin. I have no doubt the dragon kept that shit in my room.That prince is big on skincare and stuff. Can spend hours looking at the mirror and practicing skincare routines or whatever it is he chooses to call it.Bethy raises a brow as if she's asking me to continue. “People believe I was sent to solve a problem. It made me force myself to read and learn everything I could about the Vel Morin before me, and I found out why he came. It gave me a sense of purpose, and it was mostly the reason I was able to endure the shit I went through in the hands of the Liminal order as a child.”She stops massaging me, and I almost cry out in protest. “They hurt you?”I've never shared with anyone what I really went through in the hands of Kaelith Argon and the others. I'm not big on speech and expression because I harbor a lot of pain deep inside me.The endles
~Mosley~ I lick her entrance again, sucking her clit as I slide a second finger into her. She starts trying to grind up against me again, making all those fantastic fucking sounds. This time, when I blow cold breath all over her beautiful wetness and she tenses, I double down, plunging my fingers deep into her as I devour her pussy. She swears and grips my shoulders as a sudden surge of heady squirts drenches my face, sending my control out the window as my cock twitches. I moan as pleasure races through my body. Her entrance pulses around my fingers. Gods. I’m officially addicted to this. I smile breathlessly up at her, but Bethany’s eyes widen as she sits up.
~Mosley~ Her smile is something twisted halfway between wistfulness and dark humor. "You can kill me in this term doesn’t mean you can lay your hands on me, Mosley. In fact, you really can't harm me physically. Glacilytes have life forces that can be drawn from and used for mass destruction. But in your case, no Netherlord can harness your powers unless you freely give it. And I trust you, Mosley. You will never give freely. You won't harm me, intentionally.”“What if I'm compelled and forced to do it?” “Have you ever been compelled?” she asks me.IT takes a moment for me to actually think it through. A Vampire has tried compelling me, and it didn’t work. The Fae have twice tried to use an enchantment spell on me; once when we were kids and another when we just got accepted into Crestbane. None of those worked.
~Mosley~Fuck, Bethany is stark naked, straddling me, her wet body, ass, boobs, everything is rubbing on me right now, and I think I‘m going to explode.“Are you ready?” She repeats.Oh my gods, ready for what exactly?Still, I breathe. out a “Yes,”My heart is hammering hard, but I slip my hand behind her, holding her frame firm on me. I want to stay like this with her for as long as she will let me.My cock is torturously hard in my pants, the fucking turncoat..Slowly, she removes my hands from her back and pulls my fingers until they stop at her throat. “Wh-what are you doing?”Bethany smirks and tilts her neck until it becomes properly positioned between my fingers. “Strangle me, Mosley.” She tells me as if she's gone nuts.My stomach lurches. Dear gods, no.When I just stare at her in indignant alarm because there’s no way she can be serious about this, Bethany starts pressing down on my fingers, and when I feel the force of her hands against mine, becoming tight on her neck-
~Mosley~I’ve never doubted the prophecy of Deskar’s priests that I will be the death of my Mate, but hearing it and knowing well enough that it’s true has me almost tearing up.I look over at Bethany and realize she’s also staring unblinkingly at me.She must hate me now. She must detest me.I’m her worst nightmare. She can’t trust me.I will betray her.Except I am so certain that I would never do such a thing to her, not willingly at least. I’ll rather die than hurt my mate. Nothing in this world matters to me like this woman I’m currently staring at. She is my whole world.Still, I’m just an enemy she has to watch out for. Everybody else has gotten closer to her over the past couple of weeks. Everybody but me.It pains me so much that I can be in the same room with them and still feel like an outsider.She cares for the Fae so much that sometimes I wish I can take the Fae’s place.She is fond of the dragon and has gotten used to his loud mouth and tantrum that they don’t upset her