15. Chapter 15- Felix

Ijump awake, still tangled up with Nyx. I smile as the memories of being one with her resurface. She was so beautiful in everything she did. The sounds, the way she responded, and especially when she held a dagger to my throat and commanded me to take her.

I saw the way her eyes lit up as I obeyed. She enjoyed it just as much as I did. Fuck! I would crawl on my hands and knees if she asked me to. But she also blossomed into an entirely different creature when I took over and demanded things from her body that she didn't even know were possible.

And now her blood rushes through my veins, igniting an addiction that not only makes me feel powerful enough to take on the world, and yet also has me weak and needy for the woman in my arms.

But there is something I crave more at the moment.

I kiss along her smooth, sensitive neck to her bare shoulder, nipping a little as I go. Carefully, I lay her on her back and continue kissing down her body until I reach her nipple. My tongue swirls around it a few times before I suck it deep into my mouth, rolling it until she squirms. I let it go with a loud pop and do the same thing to the other.

My cock hardens to the point of pain, but my craving is more demanding than my body. So, I continue down her stomach, licking across every scar I pass over, taking my time to enjoy the feel of her beneath me.

Her legs move, and a moan comes from deep in the back of her throat. I settle between her legs and slide my hands under her ass, prepared to devour her whole.

"Felix," she breathes, her fingers sliding into my hair.

That is all the encouragement I need. I latch onto her, rolling my tongue over her clit, and suck hard on the bundle of nerves. She screams and fists my hair. I lift her ass, pushing her harder against my mouth as I moan from the taste of her. She is so sweet and drenched just for me.

Flattening my tongue, I drag it along the length of her, and then swirl around her clit. I do it over and over until she grabs ahold of my head, thrust upward, fucking my face. I stay where she wants me, licking every part of her while she pants and moans my name.

She is so fucking beautiful; the sight alone nearly has me coming. It takes all my strength to keep my hips still so I don't mess in the sheets. This is how she deserves to be woken up: me worshiping her like the goddess she is.

Her thighs tense around my ears, her moans grow louder, and her grip in my hair tightens. I move my grip from her ass to her hips, holding her down as I up my pace and suck hard on her clit. She screams out my name as she comes undone beneath me. I hold tight as she squirms, trying to dislodge me. But I am not done yet. She tastes too fucking good.

"Felix! Please…it's too much," she pleads.

"Give me one more, Nyx," I say between licks.

"I can't…shit…Felix!"

Gods, I will never tire of her screaming my name. It is better than I ever imagined.

I gently scrap my teeth against her clit, and she comes apart for me once again. I lap at her, determined to drink every drop she gifts me with.

A tap comes from the window, which shouldn't be possible. So, I quickly get up, grab my glasses, and find my nightshorts.

"What is that?" Nyx follows me and begins putting clothes on, too.

"I'm not sure."

Together, we walk to the window, but what we find is not some creature tapping on the glass but a vine. They have never done anything like this before. I have seen them move and grow but never tapping.

"What is it doing?" she asks, moving closer to get a better look. "Is it…?" She moves her hand across the glass, and it follows her. She then moves her hand up and down, and it does it again. The vines are following her.

I take a turn, but it does not affect the strange, cursed plant. I peek at the ground, and to my horror, the clearing is now filled with vines reaching for our window.

"Have they ever acted like this before toward you?"

"No! Never."

"What's different?" I ask myself, but she still shakes her head, unable to look away from the window.

"Nothing."

"This is significant. I don't know why… If I can find out, then maybe it's a way to finally break this fucking curse. And then I can finally search for my sister."

"Your sister?" Nyx's head turns so fast that her hair nearly slaps her face. I didn't mean to disclose so much so soon, but I have been dying to tell her anyway.

"Yes. My older sister disappeared at the same time the vines started growing. I believe she got trapped on the other side. My parents act as if she never existed. That is why I have so many books and am in my office whenever possible."

"It's Magik, isn't it?"

I grab her hand and pull her back to the bed. If we have this long talk, we can at least be comfortable doing it. She climbs in, and I follow her, pulling her to my side.

"Yes. It has to be."

"Do you know who could be the caster? There haven't been Magik users since…"

"Since the old King. He was the last recorded one born with the ability. And since he had no children, the gift was never passed down."

"No chil… There is no record of any children?" She leans forward and looks at me with surprise written all over her face.

"No. I have gone through all the documents. There is never any mention of any children. Not even a single bastard."

"Hmm." She chews on her bottom lip. There is something she isn't telling me.

"What is it?"

"I…it's just…I…"

"Nyx." I grab her chin and force her to look at me. She needs to see that what I am about to say is genuine and cannot be misconstrued. "You can tell me anything. It will never go any further than the two of us." Her eyes search mine, but I can see the walls still built high within her. Sooner or later, she will know that I mean it.

"Felix!" Tia's voice rings out through the tower before the door is thrown open. "Your father is looking for you. The vines…"

"I know. I saw." I kiss Nyx on the top of her head and get out of bed. This is going to be a long night. If Father is concerned, then the council has been called. "Nyx, stay in bed and get some rest. Father has called a meeting, and I must attend."

"Of course. We will finish our talk when you get back."

"Come, Tia. You know how much the King loves waiting."

"Tia!" Nyx motions for my second in command. Tia rushes to her side, and Nyx whispers something in her ear. Whatever it is, Tia is extremely excited and smiles from ear to ear.

I shake my head and start down the stairs. It doesn't take long for Tia to catch up.

"Are you going to tell me what that was about?" I ask with a raised brow.

"Absolutely not!" She laughs. "If she wants you to know, she will tell you."

"I told her about Rose," I confess as we step into the corridor and turn toward the conference room.

"Good. It is about time."

"Hey! We agreed that we were going to break things to her slowly."

"Yeah, I know. But I was beginning to wonder if you were planning on it at all. I have watched paint dry faster than you were moving."

"I swear if you were not so good at your job…" I start, but know instantly that was the wrong thing to say.

"You'd what? Go ahead and finish that statement." She stops and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Absolutely nothing. You are the best at what you do." I try to cover my ass with a big smile. But she narrows her eyes, unaffected by my charm.

"That is what I thought you were going to say. Now come on, the King will have both of our heads if you are late."

I shake my head and follow her into the conference room. It is already packed and my father is an imposing figure on his smaller throne, which he had built specifically for this room. He had to make sure that his head was always above everyone else's.

"Finally, everyone is here." His disapproving voice booms throughout the room. "There has been a sudden change in the vines. They seem restless and agitated. If anyone has any information on the sudden change, they better come forward immediately." He stands from his seat and looks everyone in the eyes. "And if I find out that someone knew something and didn't say a word, the punishment will be instant death."

His boisterous words have zero effect on me. The pride in his lineage is too strong for him to attempt to kill me, even if he suspects I have something to do with it. But not everyone in this room has that kind of luxury. Most of them are only around because of how expendable they are.

The hum of voices picks up as they discuss the change. But I don't interact. Instead, I watch, waiting for even the slightest nuance that may give away that someone knows something. There is a caster amongst us, and I just need to fish them out.