When we both came, her spikes exploded out, and we were in a harmonious feeding loop once more.
“Whoops,” Isay giggled, the shaking of her belly overstimulating my sensitive cock still nestled in her warmth.
I writhed, panted, and then dropped my head on her chest and chuckled while a steady stream of her elevated ecos invaded my pores and a rush of mine was pulled out through her otherworldly tentacles.
Mated sex with Isay was undeniably the best thing I’d ever done before, and this little side effect was something I could grow used to. I couldn’t think of a better way to face the unknown of tomorrow’s council meeting than united with my mate. There was nothing that could touch us when we stood together.
Chapter 49
ISAY
I AWOKE IN A FUZZY WARM COCOON OF KARMUTH’S EMBRACE, WELL rested despite us staying up late to share our respective talks about our family history.
Grath’s attitude was inexcusable, and I told Karmuth as much when he recounted the reasons the king had kept his secret. I’d been more pissed off than Karmuth himself, but he’d also had several hours longer to come to terms with the story.
Shouting outside my balcony alerted me to the reason I’d woken up in the first place. When I attempted to rise and see what was happening in the courtyard, Karmuth’s arms tightened around me.
“It’s just the arriving council,” he murmured groggily against my neck.
I shivered, my stomach aroused with wildlife while my heart became the sun warming my entire body.
“They’re here already?” I tried to get up again to get dressed as the realisation of how important today was slammed into my perfect oasis.
Karmuth’s embrace did not loosen. “We’ve still got time.”
“So, you’re not a morning person?” I inquired, snuggling against him and stretching the bond to get a hint of what he was feeling. And what he was feeling brought a blush to my cheeks.
“I’m very much a morning person, Isay. I’m ready for anything and everything, but we do not have to get out of bed just yet. The council members can find their own way to the throne room and do not need either of our assistance.”
I bit my lip. “My father might be there.”
“Yes, he might.”
“And my grandfather.”
“Him, too.”
“It’s going to be a disaster, isn’t it?” I sighed.
“All the more reason to stay in bed, Isay.”
While he felt like a steady rock next to me, I was getting anxious. “You’re supposed to say: Isay, my love, it will not be a disaster at all.”
“Isay, my love,” he repeated, and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest at his gravelly morning voice calling me that even if I did compel him to say it. “Everything will be alright. I promise you.”
“This must be the world’s weirdest family reunion.”
“I’ll be right beside you. As your prince, your guard, and mate, whichever role King Grath will have me play.”
I tutted, “You shouldn’t have to play. You’re all of those things. I can’t imagine he’d tell you and then hide it from the rest of the court.”
“Isay?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
Even though I wanted more than anything to enjoy a morning in bed with Karmuth we did get out soon after.
I wasn’t able to silence my anxiety. I might’ve even stirred his, but he shut the bond off from his side to hide it from me. His composure remained perfectly calm as if nothing could touch him, something to level me out within this storm.
Karmuth was crazy good at hiding behind an impenetrable wall, and all I wanted was him to let me be the one person he didn’t need to leave on the other side of pure iron barriers.
When he sauntered to the door to see if Sinister could find him a more presentable set of clothing, I sneaked over to the window to peek through the curtains.
Quite a crowd had gathered in the courtyard, only a few of them death fae. Farther from anyone else in a darker haze, not even attempting to be social, the Felrothians awaited in silence. The shouting had stopped, but the eerie still that now blanketed the courtyard somehow felt worse.
I couldn’t make out any distinct shapes among the emotion-feeders. My damaged eye was acting out, showing them all in a darker hue than was normal. thought I was becoming used to the changed vision, but not being able to see anything other than a collection of black and greys irked me. Somewhere among this fuzz stood King Rothian, but I couldn’t see him.
Karmuth son joined me by the window, pulling my back against his chest and wrapping his arms around me. “Regar will see what he can do about my wardrobe options. I think he’ll go raid Hiko’s closet.”
“Regar?” I asked absently, not taking my eyes off the ominous gathering outside.
“Nobody can stand watch the whole night, beautiful.”
“And Regar would just abandon his post?” I mumbled, not sure what bugged me about it.
I liked Regar, and I had absolutely nothing against him. Not even his failure to accompany me to the palace when the court had been attacked.
