Winter's War (Her Guardians series Book 4)(34)

“Let us,” Atti says, leaning down and kissing me. I never thought much of the idea of being with more than one of them at a time, but as I feel Dabriel step behind me and start kissing the side of my neck, it doesn’t seem like a bad idea. Dabriel rips my shirt and training bra off, the ripped material falling to the floor as his hands slide between me and Atti to roll his finger around my nipples. I moan and break away from Atti’s kissing to lay my head back on Dabriel’s shoulder. Atti kisses down my chest and my stomach before he pulls my jogging pants down and my knickers with them. Atti doesn’t wait as he kisses my core and lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder. The mixture of Atti’s tongue and Dabriel’s kisses on my neck as his hands slide around my breasts, makes me lose control in seconds. Just before I’m about to finish, Atti stops and looks up at me with a grin.

“Not yet, we have only just started,” he says, and they both spend the rest of the day showing me that that was only the start of a long night of pleasure.





18





Winter





“Elissa, this is the four men I told you about. The wolf, witch, angel, and vampire.” Demtra’s voice drifts through my mind, and it takes me a few tries to open my eyes and see the massive ballroom we are in where Elissa, the ancestors, and Demtra are all standing together. I recognise the ballroom as the training room now, but it once was amazing. The wall is a shiny gold that matches the glossy, gold floors. There are five crystal chandeliers, lit up with hundreds of candles, the light touching everywhere around the room which is heavily decorated in green flowers. There are hundreds of different supernaturals, dancing in unusual dress to the loud, unfamiliar music being played. The female supernaturals all have white and black Greek-style dresses on, and the men just have togas that cover their lower halves. Their marks are visible as they sway to the music, and I find myself admiring the different animals that are also in the room. There are three large, purple birds I’ve never seen before sitting on a branch by the window, and there are large cats, wolves, bears, and even a horse. The horse is pure white, and as I look closer, I see the horn in the middle of its head. Oh my god, it’s a unicorn. I can’t believe it.

“May I have a dance with the Goddess’ sister?” the witch ancestor asks, getting my attention from the unicorn in the room, just in time to see Elissa as she blushes and nods. They walk off and start dancing as I stand and watch. I look over to see all the ancestors watching them, they loved her from the start. It’s clear to see in the way they look at her. Demtra walks slowly towards me, and stops so close, I almost imagine she can see me.

“War is coming, the past won’t help you, now,” Demtra says, but her words aren’t for me, they are for the demon king who sits at a table behind me. I turn to see the demon king simply smile in a cruel way. Despite the fact he is in the vampire king’s body now, he has the same smirk and evil quality in his eyes. It’s his soul that screams evil more than anything else.

“The past always controls the future,” he replies.

“No, it doesn’t, and you won’t control her,” Demtra says, her voice calm despite her harsh words.

“Gods control all,” he sneers before walking away, and I close my eyes as I’m pulled back to sleep.



I blink my eyes open, remembering the dream and how it all started, how my grandmother fell in love with the ancestors, and they loved her. How the demon king was always around, always ruining what could have been special. I guess I should be thankful in a way that he did, because my mum would never have been born if the demon king and Elissa hadn’t been together all those years ago. But then, I have to die anyway, so it will all be for nothing. All this death over many years, will be ended with my death.

“Such a serious face when you first wake up,” Dabriel whispers, and I turn my head to see him lying on the bed next to me. I place my hand on his warm, naked chest, tracing my finger around.

“Dreams and war have a way of making me serious,” I comment.

“Didn’t we help you forget that a little last night?” Atti asks, sliding his hands around my stomach from behind, and I feel how naked he is as he pulls me against him.

“Yes, but we have to plan today, make the hardest decisions for tomorrow,” I say, reminding them both of the meeting planned today. I have an idea to tell them, and half my mates are going to hate me for it.

“Then we best get up and be the royals we need to be,” Dabriel says and kisses my forehead.



“How are we going to get into the vampire castle and win a fight there?” Lucinda asks, through the noise of everyone trying to shout their ideas into the room. There are sixteen of us in here: the council we have made up to try and win this war. They are a mix of every race and the halfs. To say they didn’t take it well when Chesca, Soobeen, and Mila walked into the room despite me warning them this would happen, would be putting it lightly. There was a fight, and Chesca punched one of the witches, it just didn’t go well. Luckily, Atti stopped them, and as the shouting gets louder, I know another fight is not far away.

“Enough!” I shout, slamming my hand on the table, and I look down to see my hand glowing blue. I must be glowing like a Smurf again.

“I have an idea,” I say and stand up, walking to the whiteboard. I pick up a pen and start drawing while they silently watch me.