Embarrassed, Amelia removed her hand from his grasp and closed her fists. She wasn’t ready for him to hold her hands—still. Xikoth understood and let her go.
Amelia was received by Javri who had walked up to her. Other than Zaila, rest of the handmaidens weren’t allowed to step in. The door closed behind her. Javri held her hand and squeezed it.
Nyka visited the human realm where she had summoned Lyrie. Lyrie was now alone in the house where her husband stayed once with her. She missed his presence. Over the past few years when Amelia’s real mother had died, she had come in as Ivanov’s second wife. Earlier she didn’t like him as she was forced to be his wife by none other than Nyka who in turn was given this task by Xikoth. However, over the years she had grown to like him. She hated his daughter from the core of her heart. But Ivanov was fine. He had stuck with her. And now she felt lonely. She would often g
Amelia was left trembling under Xikoth’s ministrations. She had grown so lusty for this man that she didn’t know if she could wait any longer. She looked at him under her eyelashes and bit her lip. She was feeling so naked under his stare that she wrapped her arms around her breasts again. Xikoth opened the armoire and took out a dress for her. He didn’t make her wear it instead he removed his own drape and covered her with that while he became absolutely naked in front of her. She became scarlet red. Xikoth held her shoulders and led her out. He whispered, “I w
“Watch me!” Xikoth demanded and Amelia cracked open her eyes. They were so full of desire and sensuality that he wanted to get inside her. But he wasn’t done. Lust coursed through his veins like an urgent need. His shaft grew longer and thicker and the scent of her arousal made things worse. “You desire me Ilaria,” he said in between licking her and her face flushed. His gaze went to her breasts and he left her clit to crawl up. His erection pressed hard against her. Her breath hitched.
Xikoth woke up to a new day. He had mated with his love. He had bonded with her. The mating bond was in place and now no one could separate them. It was time to tell her the thousand year old secret that he had hidden only for this day.
Amelia’s eyes became wide when she saw Nyka walking in her chamber, unrestricted. And what she was wearing for so revealing that for a second she blinked with shock. Quickly, she covered herself with the silk sheets and was thankful that Xikoth had left.
It had been agonizing two hours and the court proceedings weren’t stopping. Xikoth was only getting ever more impatient with his lust for his wife. It had been such a long wait that every second without her was unacceptable. His gaze went up to the balcony where Nyka was sitting with her nymphs and his disgust for her returned. He averted her gaze from there.
Xikoth’s lips trembled. He had been in love with Ilaria for so long, had remembered her each day, she had been in her dreams everyday, her scent aroused him so to the point of no return, her memories had become a part of his being that it was difficult to let go of her—his Ilaria, his mate, his wife.
Nyka was enraged that the nymph, a woman lower than her, was tricking her. The portal was created by one of the demons who she had bargained with and it wouldn’t stay for long. She had to get to the nymph, kill her, grab the bag and then come back. Not much time was left.
“Do you think this is going to work?” asked Nyka. Now that things were moving forward, her interest was increasing. Would Xikoth actually give that much money for the antidote? She chuckled and then rubbed her hands.
“We must go and meet the Contact, Xikoth,” said Amelia over dinner. She had been craving to meet him. Though her father, Ivanov was recovering, she thought that keeping an antidote handy would be better.
Xikoth brought his wife closer to his chest and kissed her forehead. “Calm down Amelia. We will find her soon.” He pulled her to his lap and cradled her. She pressed her head into his chest and curled her knees. This place was the safest, it felt like home. She craved for it every minute of the day. Her thoughts went to Nyka once again and she regretted not killing her earlier. So much could have been prevented if that woman wasn’t in their lives. Xikoth rocked her lovingly until she fell asleep.
Xikoth’s wings were flaring in rage. He was having trouble controlling his anger. The concubine had escaped and invited his wrath. He knew that he would peel off her head the moment he saw her. “What is it that you want to say, Javri?” asked Xikoth baring his fangs.
When Nyka saw Amelia walking in the court dressed in the normal human clothes, she suspected that Amelia would be visiting the human realm. And there were high chances that she would visit her father, but there were higher chances that she would visit Lyrie. If that happened, all her plans would be spilled and Xikoth would kill her in rage. She had planned on making Amelia her slave because she thought that Xikoth was interested in her, but now she had to flee for life, because if she didn’t, then it was highly likely that she wouldn’t see the new day. The first thing that
Pride glowed in her eyes as she walked coiled around his arms like she was his owner. And Xikoth—he couldn’t feel prouder. It was a blissful feeling. Under his breath he whispered, “Amelia…”
Xikoth’s lips trembled. He had been in love with Ilaria for so long, had remembered her each day, she had been in her dreams everyday, her scent aroused him so to the point of no return, her memories had become a part of his being that it was difficult to let go of her—his Ilaria, his mate, his wife.
It had been agonizing two hours and the court proceedings weren’t stopping. Xikoth was only getting ever more impatient with his lust for his wife. It had been such a long wait that every second without her was unacceptable. His gaze went up to the balcony where Nyka was sitting with her nymphs and his disgust for her returned. He averted her gaze from there.