We stay wrapped in each other’s arms until that dark weight comes crashing over me again, and I don’t have to look to know Merlos has returned. I take in a deep breath and slowly pull back from Sebastian’s hold to look over at Merlos watching us with a face of indifference. I don’t know what she and Zarseti discussed, and her face gives away nothing. “I don’t like to prolong unnecessary conversations, so let’s keep this brief. Do you wish to complete your bond?” She asks cooly. Sebastian and I look at each other thrown by the drastically different topic of conversation. “Being fully bonded to Sebastian is something I want more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life,” I admit, holding his hand firmly in mine and focusing on the electric currents of our bond to keep myself calm. “Zarseti has granted me the ability to complete your bond for you if that is what you wish. However, there will be some alterations.” “Alterations?” I ask tentatively. “You think me cruel Lemuel, for wh

I lean back as I glide my hands up his muscular torso, my fingers bumping over each dip in his abdomen as they come up to the curves of his pectorals. I look up at his exquisite face, still enamoured by the fact this gorgeous man is mine for the rest of our lives. I watch, enraptured as his eyes roll back as my fingers circle around his nipples before giving them a light tweak. I circle my arms around him and cup his salacious ass in my hands as I pull him close and trail my tongue up his satin skin. Pleasure ignites inside him, and a soft moan escapes him as my tongue continues its journey up his neck, feeling the rough scrape of his stubble that only makes my dick throb and ache to be inside him even more. My tongue travels up to his ear as I gently sink my teeth into his earlobe and tug the supple flesh into my mouth as I give his ass a firm squeeze. His breathing hitches and his arousal only burns hotter between us as I slowly run my fingers down his body, down to his low-hanging

Lemuel and I slowly walk up the steps and gracefully drop to our knees before my parents. My father takes in a deep breath and adjusts his jacket. A mesmerizing glittering royal blue that merges into black satin from the waist down, with an indigo belt wrapped around his midsection. Black lapels cross over and allow just a hint of his white ruffled shirt to peek out from the neck and ends of his sleeves, giving definition to the ensemble. Black satin slacks appear to move in the light and cut down exposing royal blue shimmering oxfords at his feet. A stunning floor-length cobalt blue cape hangs from his right shoulder and gathers across the floor like the surface water of a beautiful oasis. It’s only when the music stops, and the room falls silent that I realise how long I’ve been staring at the inspiring image of my parents. A ring of cobalt blue glows around my father’s grey eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the surface water of the nearest fountain begins to bubble, acting as a m

I’ve been waiting weeks for this day to finally arrive. From the moment I met Circe, I wanted to slap the mouth right from her face. Back then I never imagined we’d be here – I never imagined anything until I met Sebastian. I certainly never imagined some deranged woman would try to tear us apart, and I never imagined we’d be getting ready for her execution, but I can say with complete honesty that I couldn’t be happier. A life sentence is too good for her, and I hate the thought of her still living in the kingdom, even if it is as a prisoner, so the sooner she’s gone, the sooner I can rest easy. Sebastian walks over and buttons up my shirt leaving the first few buttons undone while I pull on my jacket. He places a gentle kiss on my sternum, and I lean forward pecking his nose. “Even though I know how you’re feeling, I’m still going to ask anyway,” I say, placing my hands on his hips. “I just want this over with so we can leave this mess in the past and move on with our lives,” he

“How much longer do you think?” I ask as I continue to pace across the throne room. “Aiyla said mid-day. It’s now mid-day, so I would assume any minute now,” says Lemuel casually while leaning leisurely against the wall. “What do you think the Orraikam looks like? Maybe an amulet? A mystical orb of some kind?” I ask enthusiastically. After Aiyla told us we would be placed in charge of protecting the magic of a Goddess, I combed the library for hours. I could not find a single reference to the Orraikam in any of our books, not even in our vault which is to protect ancient works from damage. It was a long shot, but I figured it was worth a look, but I guess the Delegation did a damn fine job of keeping this thing hidden, until now. “I’m sure whatever it looks like, is nothing either of us can comprehend,” he says in a very blasé manner. “Aren’t you the least bit excited?” “This isn’t about fun or excitement. We’re being entrusted with a sacred duty; I’m treating this with the level