Chapter 81
Elowen POV
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The hall was quiet and dimly lit by soft golden sconces. It was lined with old portraits of alphas and lunas past. My boots thudded against the polished wood floors as we made our way back toward our room, me, Daxon, Ashrian, and Lachlan flanking close, all of us still riding the tail end of strategy adrenaline and impending war dread.
“We’ve got the witches,” I said, my fingers threading through my hair. “We’ve got mages, some of the beast shifters, and a tentative vampire connection in Russia.”
Ash grunted, his voice dark and low. “But no dragons. No fae. That’s a problem.”
“They never take sides in earth bound shit,” Daxon muttered. “Too high and mighty for that. Think they’re above all this.”
Lachlan scoffed. “Aye, well they won’t be if Aegis breaches their realm. They’re next on the chopping block whether they like it or nae. Bloody fools.”
I stopped in front of our door and turned, my heart hammering like a war drum. “Exactly. That’s what we remind them of. We don’t ask them to fight our war, we warn them that it’s already theirs. They just haven’t bled yet.”
Ash’s jaw ticked. “You’re thinking of going, aren’t you.”
“Of course I am,” I said. “They won’t listen to a messenger. They’ll listen to me. I’m the one with the prophecy blood in her veins. The one rewriting fate.”
Daxon’s arms crossed tight over his chest. “You know the fae are unpredictable. And the dragons? They eat their own damn diplomats. This isn’t just another mission, baby…it’s a gamble.”
Lachlan stepped up beside me, his voice softer but steady. “Then we make it count. We bring proof. Strategy. And if it comes tae it… we bring force.”
A slow grin curled my lips. “Then we’re going to need travel plans. We’re going to the fucking fae realm.”
The door barely clicked shut before I was pressed against it, Lachlan’s warm mouth was on mine, rough and possessive. I gasped and kissed him back furiously.
Lachlan’s accent curled against my ear like velvet and fire. “Been waitin’ all damn day tae taste ye, mo ghrá.”
Daxon growled low and possessive as he shoved off his shirt. “You said you wanted to rest. This is us helping.”
Ashrian said nothing, he didn’t need to. His hands were already under my shirt, his cool fingers trailing up my spine like sin incarnate. I gasped as he lifted it over my head and tossed it away, his eyes dark with hunger. My nipples hardened as the cool air touched them and I glanced at all of my men, staring at my tits with desire in their eyes.
“Clothes off, I snapped, breathless already. “Now.”
They obeyed. Like kings with a goddess. Like wolves desperate for their moon.
I was swept into arms, Lachlan’s, and tossed onto the bed like I weighed nothing. He kissed down my chest, teeth grazing, while Daxon
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climbed behind me and tilted my chin back to bite along my Jaw. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he muttered, “And all fuckin’ ours.”
Ashrian knelt between my legs, his breath hot where I ached most. “Say the word, Elowen,” he murmured, his voice thick with restraint. “One word and we’ll ruin you.”
I arched up, my pulse pounding. “Ruin me.”
They did.
Lachlan’s hands burned runes of pleasure into my skin, his mouth tracing Gaelic praise across my stomach-“such a good lass, takin’ us so well, look at ye, bonnie thing”-while Daxon groaned as I tugged his hair and he bit down on my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
Ash took his time. He always did. Precise. Devastating. Focused entirely on dragging every whimper, moan, and curse from my lips until I was trembling.
I was writhing in absolute ecstasy, thinking how insanely lucky I was, when Lachlan began kissing his way down my stomach. His delectable full lips trailed a path of heat right to my slick center and I hissed in pleasure as his tongue found my already throbbing clit. He licked gently, taking the tiny nub in his mouth and sucking on it until I was literally gasping for breath and panting his name.
I sat up suddenly as I came, stars exploding behind my eyes and Daxon took that opportunity to reposition me on all fours and I giggled in anticipation. “Doggy style eh?” Daxon growled in response, slapping my ass so hard he left a handprint.
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