Chapter 13

CHAPTER13

The palace was eerily quiet, but my worry was roaring against the walls of my room. It had been hours since I left Evren. Hours since his mother had called for him.

And my body had been burning for him ever since. I laid back in bed and slammed my head against the pillow in a huff. Everywhere the blankets were touching me was too much, every graze against my skin kept me burning, and I felt like I was going to implode.

Evren’s magic was still coursing through me. It snaked through my veins, caressing every inch of me, and it was driving me crazy. I lifted my hands and let some of my magic seep from my fingertips. It swirled around the darkness, fueling me, but it did nothing to calm me.

I slammed my hands back down against the bed, and my magic cut off immediately. I prayed to the gods for sleep to claim me. I had been begging ever since I walked into my room, but they were no help to me.

Marry me.

I threw the blankets toward the side of the bed.

Marry me.

His words rolled through me like a storm I was incapable of stopping, and I thought of little else. What would it be like if I just simply gave in to him, gave into everything I wanted but was too afraid to take.

I ran my fingers down my body and gripped the edge of Evren’s shirt. The tips of my fingers pressed against the tops of my thighs and a small whimper passed through my lips.

I closed my eyes as I let myself think about what it would be like to be his… what it would be like if I just gave in and allowed him to have whatever part of me he wanted.

I pushed my fingers higher until they grazed over my hips. I imagined they were his. I tried to think about exactly what he would do if it were his hands instead of my own.

I let them slide into my undergarments, and I closed my eyes as I pressed my head back against my pillow. I was already so wet, so turned on from Evren feeding from me hours ago, and my legs clamped together as I ran my finger over my sensitive nub.

“Open them.” The sound of Evren’s voice had me jumping in shock, and my gaze slammed into his where he was leaning next to my fireplace. I hadn’t heard him come in, and I was embarrassed that I was too distracted by my greed to sense him.

“What are you doing in here?”

“I came to find you.” His gaze fell to my legs, and I could see his own hunger in his gaze.

“Are you okay?”

“We’re not talking about me right now.” He ran his hand over the scruff on his jaw, so much longer than the last time I had seen him. “Open your fucking legs, princess.”

He wasn’t asking me. It was a command, and a moan slipped past my lips at the sound of his voice.

I slowly let my knees fall open, and he groaned at the sight of me. “That’s a good girl. Let me see it.”

A chill ran down my spine, and I had no idea what I was doing. But I let my legs fall wide open as I watched him take me in.

“Move your hand. Touch yourself just like you imagine I would.”

I slowly moved my fingers, and I clenched my eyes shut as embarrassment and pleasure coursed through me. It didn’t matter that he had already seen every part of me. This was different.

“Take them off.” Evren’s voice sounded closer, and I snapped my eyes open to look at him. He stood at the end of my bed with one hand pressed against the frame. “I want to see you.”

I hesitated, and if Evren could see the fear in my eyes, he simply obliterated it with his words. “I’ve been dying for you, princess. Let me see what’s mine.”

I pulled my fingers out and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my undergarments. I slowly slid them down my thighs as he watched, my fingers trembling as I pulled them past my feet and let them fall to the bed beside me. I was completely bare before him in nothing but his shirt that did little to hide my body, and I could barely catch my breath as he watched me.

“Press your thighs into the bed,” he instructed me, and I slowly did as he said as a shudder of his power coursed through the room. Even without touching myself, a shot of pleasure rushed through me.

“Show me what you like.” He ran his hand over the front of his trousers, and I tried to swallow against the rising emotions inside of me. “Show your mate exactly how you like to be touched.”

I pressed my fingers against my sex, and he stalked every single movement with rapt attention as I slowly moved my fingers against the moisture that was coating my nub.

“Taste it.”

My gaze shot back to his.

“Put your fingers in your mouth and taste how fucking perfect you are.”

I shouldn’t have been so aroused by his words, but I couldn’t stop myself as I held his gaze and followed his orders. I slipped my fingers into my mouth and closed my lips around them before tasting myself with my tongue.

“I have thought of little else since I left.” His hands fisted against the bedpost, and the wood creaked under his grip. “I could concentrate on nothing other than the memory of how sweet you tasted when I pleasured you with my tongue.”

I let my fingers slip from my mouth. “Oh gods.” I pushed them back through my sex and my body jerked as I met my nub once more.

“That’s it, princess. Show me how badly you’ve missed me. Show me how desperate your body is for your mate.”

I let his words encourage me. I simply used my hand and focused on him as he watched me come apart.

I slid my hand lower, sliding a finger inside myself, and Evren let out a curse. “Whose is it, princess? Who does your body belong to? Show me that no other man will ever taste you the way I long to.”

My back arched off the bed as my palm pressed against my nub. I pulled my fingers in and out of myself, and I imagined it was him. I imagined that it was him filling me up instead of myself, and my other hand squeezed my breast through his shirt.

“Say it, princess.”

“You.” The word rushed out of me on a ragged breath. “I belong to you.”

“You’re fucking right you do.” His breathing matched my own, and I looked down to watch him as he pulled his cock from his trousers and started working himself with his hand. “You belong to me, Adara. You are mine and mine alone. Just as I am yours.”

I couldn’t bring myself to be angry with his words because he was right. No matter how I tried to deny it, I was his.

“Did you sleep in my bed, princess?” His question caught me off guard, and my hand paused as I looked at him. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he growled, and I whimpered as I started moving again.

I rolled my hips against my hand and watched as he squeezed the tip of his cock in his fist. “I could smell you on my sheets. I tried to lie down tonight, to give you just a moment alone, but you wrapped around me as soon as I got in there and I could think of nothing else. Did you think of me, princess, while you were lying in my bed with your hand buried between your thighs?”

“I always think of you.” The confession fell from my lips.

“And I of you.” He groaned as his hand moved faster against his cock. “I obsess over the way you say my name and how you try to deny the fact that you’re mine. I’m haunted by memories of the way your body feels wrapped around me.”

My fingers moved harder and faster, and I was desperate for the feeling I was chasing. My magic stormed inside of me along with his, and they chased it with me.

“I need you.” I widened my thighs so he could see how hopelessly I wanted him. “Please, Evren.”

He watched me like a hunter stalking his prey, and I widened them even more. “Marry me.”

“What?” I didn’t know why he was talking about this right now. I couldn’t think of anything other than this feeling coursing through me, teetering on the edge of crashing at any moment. I just needed him to touch me.

“Marry me, and you’ll know nothing but pleasure, Adara. Marry me and I promise you’ll want for nothing.”

My fingers moved harder, and I whimpered against the movement. “I don’t need you to be my husband, Evren.” My magic flared and the words tasted bitter on my tongue. “I need you to fuck me.”

He chuckled softly, but it held no ounce of humor. “And I will. I’ll fuck you every possible chance I get. I won’t leave a single inch of your body undiscovered once you give yourself to me.”

I groaned in frustration and ran my fingers up my neck. I just needed a little more.

“Press more firmly, princess. Imagine your fingers are my own and take your own breath away until you give me what I want. Take your breath away until you find your release against those perfect fucking fingers of yours.”

My sex clamped down around my fingers as I took in his words, but I hesitated.

“Do what you’re told, princess.”

I gasped for breath before I let my fingers dig into my skin. I only used the slightest amount of pressure against my neck, but already, I could feel myself falling.

“That’s it.” His voice reassured me, and I gasped as I felt his magic slowly snake over my hand.

It pushed down, encouraging me, and my hand trembled beneath it.

“Take it.” His voice was gruff with a mixture of his own pleasure and pain. “Take your fucking pleasure, princess.”

I choked on a breath as my hand moved harder, and it was only another moment before I could feel it crashing into me. Pleasure, hard and unrelenting, slammed through me, and I didn’t stand a chance of holding any part of it back. I screamed out Evren’s name, as his magic moved from my hand and ran over my body.

It crept its way over every inch of me, caressing and feeling and leaving chill bumps in its wake.

“You are mine, Adara.”

My gaze hit his as his hand moved roughly against himself.

“No one will ever have you again but me. I could feel you in here. Your want for me was palpable, as was your uncertainty. But every bit of it belongs to me.”

His power tightened against me, and it shuddered against my body. Another rush of pleasure shot through me as I watched him come so hard he had to use my bedpost to hold himself up.

We stared at each other for a long moment as both of us tried to catch our breaths, and the reality of what we had just done sank in. The reality of his words.

He tucked himself back in his trousers after cleaning himself up, and he stared straight ahead to where my legs were clamped together.

“Good night, princess.” He spoke softly and his gaze held firm against me. His hands fisted in my bedding as his lips parted, but I couldn’t make myself form the words to ask him to stay. To beg him to never leave me again.

I had just shown him so much of myself, so much weakness in my want, and I hated how desperately I wanted to give him all of me.

He turned his back to me and walked to the door but hesitated with his hand on the handle.

Before I could think better of it, I told him the only truth I was willing to give. “I could feel you too, you know? The night you left. I knew deep in my gut that something wasn’t right.”

“That’s because you’re my mate, Adara. Every part of you is made for me, and it drives me crazy.”

“But you still left.”

He turned until his gaze could meet my own, and I could feel his magic coiling inside of him.

“Don’t make me choose between you and my kingdom, princess. Because I will choose you. Consequences be damned, I will choose you.”

I gasped down a breath as my magic sparked to life, and Evren looked to me once more before he opened the door and disappeared into the hall.