The Opalescent Kingdom のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The bed sure was empty with just me. So empty, in fact, that I couldn't manage to fall asleep. Around three in the morning, I finally caved and tried to mind-link Bas, but he was asleep. I screwed my eyes shut once again, trying one side, then the other, finally landing on my back with the covers up to my chin."Having trouble sleeping, dear Aria?"My eyes flew open and I jumped to a sitting position, my chest rising and falling rapidly at the sudden voice. I clutched my chest, trying to regulate my heartbeat."What the literal hell, Lysander?" I looked to my right to see the mischievous God of vampires sprawled out atop the duvet, his arm crooked to support his head as he watched me. I glanced to my left, expecting to find Luna, but she wasn't there."She's otherwise occupied. I came alone this time.""Funny, I thought you two preferred to stick together. You know, to annoy me."He chuckled, sitting up and sliding closer to me, resting his head on my shoulder in an oddly affectionate

Bastion's POVRage, betrayal, confusion. Take your pick. Fuck, I couldn't even think straight anymore. My claws extended as I stepped towards the bastard who defiled my mate. I was stopped by Aria, though, as she held her arms up in defense between him and me."Listen, Bas, you are misunderstanding something here," she pleaded."His scent is on your thighs, Aria," I growled in return."That's because I was straddling—" She clamped her mouth shut."You were what?" Rory questioned from beside me."For crying out loud, not like that! I was drinking! His blood! Do you smell sex on me, Bastion?"Now she was glaring at me. I took a deep breath. I turned to Rory, who was awaiting my consensus with red eyes. "No, I don't." His shoulders relaxed a little, but hers were still tense. She was pissed."Do you honestly think I would do something like that? After one night?" Shit, she was starting to cry. I gave her an apologetic look, but she looked down."Who is he then?" Rory mumbled, his eyes re

Fire, then pressure. Mind-blowingly satisfying pressure.Through the haze of euphoria induced by Rory's bite, I could detect Bastion's back and forth movements. He was slow and careful. He would push forward an inch, then back out. Then, an additional inch, then back out. Each time would elicit another, even louder, moan from me.I didn't expect it to feel that good. I felt like he was stretching me, filling me, possessing me in every sense. He stopped once he managed to bury himself completely, letting out a strangled growl."Fuck, it's tight," he said through gritted teeth, moving his claws to grip my hips. He was fighting his wolf; that much was obvious.Rory's chest was rapidly rising and falling when he broke his hold, then moved to suckle over my healed flesh, his hot breath warming me in a delightful way as he went to palm my breasts. Seemingly annoyed by the fabric of my bra, he quickly moved to unclasp it, and I helped to remove it fully. I wanted him to touch me.The feeling

"You actually prefer it raw?"Bastion and I approached the makeshift training grounds, munching on some bacon we managed to sneak from the fridge. He shrugged, popping the rest of his strip into his mouth before reaching for mine. I snarled, pulling my hands away defensively."Really? Coming to training eating raw pig fat?" Anthony said in amusement, looking between the two of us."Don't go there, Dad. She's very protective of her bacon. Trust me, I know." He gave me a wink, and I returned it, finishing my helping and licking my fingers."Don't worry, General. I work off the extra calories," I replied, stretching my arms as I stepped into the track field-sized ring we used for boundaries."With help, of course," I heard Bastion tease in my mind."Pervert," I retorted in kind.He jogged over to where the other two were standing, stripping himself of his shirt and shorts. We tried not to shred through clothes if we could help it, and I guessed he was planning on letting Dorian out to pl

I swallowed one last time, taking in the hundreds of expecting eyes that were all zeroed in on me. Sure, I looked like a Queen, but I certainly didn't feel it. I felt fragile, helpless, weak. That is, until I looked up and saw the gleaming smiles of my two Kings in the front row. My two loves.I looked down at my notebook that contained my written speech, the speech that had been rehearsed, rewritten, and edited dozens of times. But I knew that it wasn't what my people needed to hear. They needed to hear me."When I was born, my father traded his life for mine. He was forced to give up his breath and half of his inheritance in order to satisfy an angry Alpha's thirst for revenge. My father committed no crime. He had never once slighted the man. His only reason for punishment was loving my mother. He was killed because he was a vampire and she a werewolf. The hate that has spurred the two species for centuries has taken more innocent lives than that. Many of you here have been directly