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THIRTY-ONE

Ember

I wake in Willow’s room, or I guess I can call it our room now. When we returned last night, both Artie and Amara were frantically trying to track us down since we vanished from thin air again. Once we told them where we had been summoned, they relaxed and then congratulated us on completing our bond.

After that, Willow assigned Artie to watch over Amara through the night so I could feel less guilty about staying in our bedroom. My Prince made me come another 3 times before letting me fall into a deep, restful sleep. It appears to be in the afternoon now and we slept most of the day away.

I roll over and find my mate watching me, love burning in his eyes as he admires my features.

“Goodmorning.” I say with a soft smile.

He reaches to brush the hair away from my face. “It’s actually good afternoon now, Princess.”

There’s a knock on the door and Willow crawls out of bed. I watch with lowered lashes as his muscles move while wrapping a robe around himself and heading to the door. When he opens it, a tray of pastries, cake, wine and cheese are delivered. Along with a note from the king that states:

“Family of The Crown, please report to the west dining hall promptly for a meeting with the king. This is of utmost importance.”

I throw the silk covers off my naked body and find my robe draped along the sofas.

“What do you think this is about?” I ask Willow with worry in my voice.

He shakes his head and looks up from the letter. “I’m not sure, but we shouldn’t waste any time finding out. I didn’t know he returned.”

I smirk at him. “Yeah, how could you? We were kind of busy if you hadn’t forgotten.”

He chuckles and walks over to meet me by the sofas where he sets down the plate of delicacies. In one swift movement, he hoisted me over his shoulder and took me into the bathing room.

“Willow!” I scream. “Stop doing that!”

He laughs again as he sets me down and then casts a ball of neon blue flames that float and swirl inside the bathing pool. I realize he’s waiting for me to fill it. So, I summon my water magic and feel a sense of arousal as my water collides with his flames to create the perfect bathing temperature.

We both drop our pink and blue plush robes on the ground and walk into the bath. We’re certainly in no rush as we take the time to explore each other’s bodies further. We just completed our mate bond, how could they expect us to rush to leave this bedroom anytime soon?

Willow grabs a bar of honey and rose soap as he begins to lather my body. He starts at my breasts and massages them with bubbles and oils, causing my head to fall back and a soft moan to escape me. Next, his hands venture to my stomach and hips. After he spends substantial time squeezing and massaging my ass, his hands slip between my thighs and he runs his fingers through the folds of my sex.

I squeeze my thighs together, fighting the need to have him inside of me again. We’ve barely been separated since the completion of our bond. The need to pleasure one another is just so strong at this stage of the mate bond.

He slides his fingers into me and whispers against my ear, “Fuck my hand, Princess.”

And that’s all I need to hear to take what I need from him, finding my release with his fingers pleasuring my pussy.

He finishes washing me and covering my skin in soft kisses when we hear another knock at the bedroom door, demanding our presence at whatever this meeting is.

I ignore it.

Reaching for the soaps, I find his special scent mixture that drives me absolutely wild. He watches me intensely as I lather his back first with cedar and salt bubbles. I make my way around his shoulders, arm muscles, and abs. I slowly push him back towards the edge of the pool. “Stand on the steps.” I demand and point towards the entrance of the bath.

He does as I say without a word, taking his stance on the steps and exposing his hardened cock to the air. I stand in front of him and my face is at the perfect height to take him in my mouth.

And that’s exactly what I do.

Taking his cock in my mouth, I hear another knock at the door and Willow lets out a frustrating growl. I use my hands to stroke him while I suck and lick him until I feel him filling my mouth with his cum.

Willow stands before me, completely transfixed on me and utterly lost in the ecstasy that we barely hear someone bursting through the main door.

“Prince and Princess!” someone shouts on the other side of the door.

“What the fuck?” Willow shouts back at them.

We quickly climb out of the bathtub and wrap ourselves in towels. Willow flings the bathroom door open, slamming it against the wall and shaking its hinges.

“Who the fuck–” Willow stops dead in his tracks and I bump into his brute form. I follow his gaze to where a young woman stands before us, with short red hair and blacker than night eyes.

“Good afternoon, Prince Bryton and his princess. You were requested in the dining. Come, you’re very late and father isn’t very happy about it.”

“Father?” I shake my head in confusion and stare at the strange girl in front of us. “Who are you?” She looks no older than us, maybe even a little younger. Her skin is pale and glistens with a silver sheen. Her red hair is just above her shoulders and cut blunt. She is adorned in a black and red dress which brings out the darkness in her eyes.

“Oh! Right! Father told me you may be a bit confused at first. I am Ronyx. Your sister. But you can call me Nyx.”

“I only have one sister, who the fuck do you think you are?” Willow accuses her while shielding me with his body. We’re still in our towels at this point and I’m growing increasingly uncomfortable.

Relax and remember I will always protect you.

“Well, we’ve already wasted enough time with this pleasant conversation. We must return immediately to the king before his temper loosens anymore. I wouldn’t want to have to punish one of you now, would I?” She tilts her head in the most shaky, rough way.

This small girl thinks she can take one of us, let alone the both of us? You can’t do anything to my mate without wishing my wrath upon yourself.

“Come on, let’s go!” she whines and throws her head back like a toddler.

Who is this bitch?

“We need to get dressed and then we’ll meet you there.” Willow states with no emotion in his voice. He’s hiding his feelings from this crazy girl and I don’t blame him. We know nothing about who or what she is.

“There’s not enough time for that! You can change before you leave–” she gasps and raises her hand to her mouth like she just gave up someone’s biggest secret. “Oh, don’t tell father I told you that. He wanted it to be a surprise. Come now.”

I glance at Willow and stare down at myself. I’m literally in a fucking bath towel and she wants us to join his family for a meal looking like this after completing our mating bond? My hair is sopping wet for fucks sake. I run into the bathroom and grab our robes, quickly wrapping ourselves and following the strange girl that calls the king father.