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“And I love you, Ember.” Rath pumped gently in and out of me, drawing out our pleasure. Taking his time to enjoy thisrare opportunity for us to be alone. Just him and me. Our love. No one else to focus on. “You fill my heart.”
“You fill . . . my heart too.” I grinned.
Rath chuckled and nibbled at my neck. “I have you all to myself. How decadent.”
“Yes, so how else do you want me?” I waggled my brows at him.
“Just as you are, Ember.” He leaned in and kissed me again, going as slow with it as he did with his thrusting.
I groaned and clutched Rath closer, grinding on his shaft, glorying in the feel of him filling me. All those delicious places rubbed. That feeling of being complete. And my heart. I wasn't teasing about my heart. It was full. Maybe not just of him, but he was there, a large part of it. And the heart wasn't something that had to be parceled out. Rath could fill it completely while sharing it with others. Because we were magic.
“We should do this more often,” I said as he eased out of our kiss.
“I'll meet you here tomorrow morning.” Rath brushed his lips over mine. “And the next. And the next.”
“I'll be the one with the soapy asshole.”
He smiled and nuzzled me. “Only you could make me laugh as we made love. I love you, Ember. I love you more than anything.”
And that full heart of mine burst with joy.
Chapter Thirteen
The latest letter was tucked into my jacket pocket, its words warming me just from their proximity. My admirer was getting bolder with every one until he now hovered on the edge of eroticism. The letter in my pocket confessed his fascination with my chest, of all things. I mean, sure, I loved a muscular chest, but he enjoyed mine because it wasn't as broad or hard as most lords. He wrote about the curve of my pectorals and the peak of my nipples. He said he fantasized about sucking upon them. The letter was so fucking hot, it was a miracle it didn't set my jacket on fire.
It was to the point that I didn't care who he was. He could have been General Ranor, and I would have ridden him until his eyes rolled back in his head. Actually, I was certain it wasn't Ranor since our general was straight. Still, I would have dropped my pants and bent over if he had said the magic words to me—“Please, see me.”
I looked around the dining hall again. We were at lunch, my body still in that pleasant lethargy that follows training. I had gone to the suite to shower with Xae and Rath—and do some other things while wet, and while we were dressing, my admirer had slid the letter beneath the door. If I hadn't just had sex in the shower, I would have gotten hard again. As it was, my heart was more aroused than my cock. Because even the spicier letterswere beautiful, and always spoke of how he wanted me for more than my appearance. He truly saw me.
But I still hadn't seen him.
I grimaced at my plate and glanced at the dining hall entrance once again. Then I froze. Caleb was walking in and our gazes happened to meet. He stopped and stared at me with such longing that my breath caught. It was what I'd been searching for. The love. The unfulfilled desire. The stark need. Then he looked away and headed for the buffet.
Holy shit. I never once considered that my admirer wasn't a Wraith Lord.
“Ember?” Nex slapped the table.
“Huh?” I looked over at him.
“Uh, excuse me, but do my mating plans bore you?”
“No. Of course not. What were you saying?”
Nex rolled his eyes. “I asked if you thought the Fress people would be all right with us holding our mating ceremony there.”
“I don't see why they wouldn't be. But why not have it here?”
Rath winced.
“Ember,” Keltyr said in his you-just-fucked-up tone.
“What?”
“You really haven't been listening!” Nex growled. “I'm sorry,Chosen One. Not everything is about you. This is aboutme. And I told you already that Evina's clan is coming, and she doesn't want them in the citadel.”
“Why not?”
Nex grimaced. “I don't know. Something about bears and warriors and wide open spaces.”
