A Kingdom of Venom and Vows (Stars and Shadows #3)(58)

His magic still hovered around me as if it was as hesitant to leave my skin as he was.

Evren stared down at where he had just fucked me, and his fingers pressed against my center. I surged forward, still so sensitive, but his fingers were gentle. He gathered the moisture there, the mixture of him and me, and he slid a finger back inside me.

I whimpered and watched as his chest rose and fell harshly.

“I love seeing me drip out of you.” His gaze didn’t move away from where he was touching me, and he slowly slid in and out of me. He slipped his finger from my body, and I felt hollow without his touch almost instantly.

“Taste us.” He brought his finger to my mouth, and even though I felt like I should be ashamed, I opened my lips and let him slip his finger inside. “Taste how fucking good we are together.”

I shivered when I felt his finger slide against my tongue, and I closed my eyes. I could taste him, his power, and there was no doubt in my mind that I belonged to him.

“Gods, you’re so good,” he praised me, and I sucked the taste of him from his finger eagerly, my body heating again with the taste of the two of us mixed on his skin.

“I am…” I opened my eyes and met his gaze in the mirror. “So fucking enamored with you.”

He pulled his finger from my mouth and slowly brought it down along my back. His fingers worked at the lace of my dress, and he pulled me up until I was standing before him once again as the fabric fell from my body and pooled around my feet.

I was completely bare before him, my body, my soul, and I had never felt more alive than I did in that moment.

This prince behind me, the man I was destined to find, he was everything I had ever wanted, and I couldn’t help but love the feeling of being claimed by him.

He tugged on my hair gently, turning me until I was forced to look at him over my shoulder. His mouth was mere inches from mine, and I could see his possessiveness still swimming in his eyes.

His dark magic still swirled around us, as potent as he was, and I could feel need stirring inside me again.

“I’m never going to tire of you,” he murmured against my lips before he kissed me. The move possessive and demanding, and I reached for him, digging my fingers into the side of his neck. “I will never tire of fucking you.”

He wrapped his hands around my hips and turned me fully until he could lift me into his hands. He moved to carry me to the bed, and he made good on his promise.





CHAPTER 21





EVREN





I sat at the head of the makeshift table we had placed in the throne room and looked around at those who sat at my side. My mother, the queen, sat to my right along with Sorin, Jorah, and Thalia, but I was missing Adara. My wife.

She was sleeping so soundly when I had gotten dressed that I didn’t want to wake her. We had spent most of the night worshipping each other’s bodies, and even as the man before me spoke, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she had tasted, the way she had whimpered and cried out at my touch.

“If he doesn’t attack, will you take the war to him?”

I blinked up at the man and ran my hand over my jaw to try to clear my head.

“I have no doubt that my brother will attack. He won’t stop until he gets my wife or we kill him, and he will never touch my wife again.”

King Drystan nodded, and I could see the weariness on his face from his travels. He and his army had marched through many days and nights when I put out the call for their assistance, and I felt honored that there had been no hesitation in him answering my call.

Because I didn’t know what we were to face.

His brothers stood behind him, all three of them the epitome of a warrior, but it was the deep black symbols that were inked on their skin that gave away what they were.

The old fae.

They had ruled this land before either of my parents and their parents before them, and although I had never met the brothers, I had heard legends of their father’s ruthlessness.

King Drystan had to take his rule too young after his father’s untimely death in the battle that lost him this land.

The fact that he was here now, that he had come to our aid, was shocking.

The double doors to the throne room opened slightly, and I couldn’t stop the grin from forming on my lips when Adara poked her head inside. She wrinkled her nose when she saw everyone around the table, but her gaze softened as soon as she landed on me.

I nodded for her to come in, and she straightened and squeezed through the door opening. The door clicked closed behind her, and I felt like everyone’s eyes went directly to her.

I understood why. She was so damn gorgeous, and I didn’t want to look away from her. I never wanted to let her out of my sight again.

“King Drystan.” He looked over at me as I said his name, and I nodded toward Adara who was making her way over to me. “I’d like for you to meet my wife, Adara Achlys, Princess of the Blood kingdom.”

Adara’s gaze flashed as I said her title, and the urge to pull her down into my lap and wrap my body around hers was overwhelming.

King Drystan bowed his head slightly, honoring her with his respect, and Adara did the same. “It’s nice to meet you, Adara.”

“Likewise.” She moved to my side, and her hand tangled into the hair at the back of my neck. “You should have woken me,” she whispered only loud enough for me to hear, and my grin widened.