Scars and Burns (No Light Without the Dark #1)

46. Dinalia

46

Dinalia

I ’m too worried about Aeron to be concerned with why we are in my chambers. Or how he knows where my chambers are.

Helping him over to the bed. The only piece of furniture that will house him comfortably. Laying him down gently. Though I’m not sure that I am contributing all that much.

He groans in pain. Leaning back on my pillows. Blood is still flowing from his chest. His face looks pale.

We need to stop the bleed. Before I can do anything he says, “Do you have a needle and thread? You’ll have to patch me up.” He barely gets it out.

I sigh, knowing there is no need for a needle and thread. I sit on the edge of the bed. Thankfully his shirt is already gone. I hover my hands over his chest and concentrate on my magic. A white light glows and energy emanates from my palms. I can see the sparks of starlight fall from my hands and onto his chest. Seeping into his open wounds. I remove my hands and look at him.

He is staring down at his chest as well.

Together, we watch the skin begin to close. Seeing the gashes stitch back to one .

There’s not even a scar. No evidence that he was once bleeding out from a wound that would have killed him.

I gaze at his chiseled chest. Covered in exquisite tattoos. One piece of art on top of another. But what’s odd is there is an empty space. As if he left that part of his body alone for a specific reason.

It’s his sternum.

He slowly lifts his head. His eyes instantly find mine. I didn’t think it was possible but in the shadows from the fire in my room his eyes look even more deep and mysterious.

He grabs my hand and places my palm on his chest. “Thank you,” he says. Soft sincerity in his voice.

I smile and clear my throat. “I have a tunic that will fit you.” I begin to rise and go fetch it from my closet but he stops me. I pause, looking down at him.

We stay there, frozen for a moment. Then we’re crashing into one another again.

He pulls me on top of him. Hands finding coverage on my back. His body is huge compared to mine. Trying to straddle him the best I can. I’m flexible but not that flexible. I grasp his face in my hands. Feeling our bodies pressed together once more.

I feel him beneath me, never ending growth it would seem. He doesn’t bother unlacing my corset this time. He’s ripping it. His strong hands grip it. Tearing it in half like a piece of paper. He tosses it aside. Lifting up my tunic next. Raising my arms as he takes it off of me. I haven’t even had a chance to bring them back down before he’s grabbing me by the waist and flipping us over.

The breath hitches in my lung from the thud. But it doesn’t matter. He’s already consuming my mouth with his again in a bruising kiss. Stealing my air as his own.

I don’t have time to stop what we’re doing before he’s working his way down my body. His hands gripping and rubbing all at the same time. Touching me in every place but the one that I need. I reach down and feel him.

That’s not even possible. No, one is this size.

I undo his slacks but he stops me before I can push them down. I look up at him and all I see is a smirk on his face.

“Patience my estrella. You are mine to pleasure first.”

I swallow, not sure how I should feel about the nickname he has given me but I like what he is saying.

He takes my hands and places them above my head. Holding my wrists together with one hand. While his other caresses down my body. I close my eyes as I feel his fingers trail along my skin. Grazing my cheek to my neck. Finding purchase on my breast as his lips ascend up my neck. He doesn’t stay there long. Continuing on his path, feeling him palm my waist as his fingers press into me. Pulling me closer toward him. I arch into the movement. Dropping my legs from around his torso as his fingers easily undo my slacks. Pulling them off me, along with my lace covering. More like ripping them off me. I don’t have a lot of clothes as it is and now two articles are torn. Though I can’t find it in me to care. His tongue envelopes mine and I almost cry out when he removes it.

Breathing the same air. Our moans mixing with one another as his lips makes their way down my body. Kissing and nipping at my skin, I’m lost in the ecstasy that is him.

I arch my back wanting my body to press into his even more. Needing to feel him skin to skin. With each touch, warmth spreads through my body. Fighting off the chill that has corrupted my soul. Filling me with an insatiable desire.

He releases my hands. They immediately find his hair. Soft and silky. Thick and full. I lace my fingers through it. Trying to move him closer to my center.

But he doesn’t .

Instead, he tortures me. Working his way down my torso. Taking my nipples into his mouth. Twirling his tongue over each one. As his fingers graze over my center. Brushing along my folds ever so lightly, but never diving in.

Kissing and nipping at me again. I feel his lips and teeth graze over my lower stomach and inner thighs. Circling my center. Drawing closer each time but never close enough. His tongue peaks out ever so often and I moan in frustrating, longing for more.

I press the balls of my feet into the bed. Lifting my hips off of the mattress, toward his mouth. Attempting to grind myself against his tongue. I get close. I feel it against me. I feel his tongue catch some of my moisture that is dripping out of me at this point. But he pulls up, forcing me into this tortuously slow but ever so enticing pleasure. I flop my hips back down in frustration. We bounce on the bed, the mattress giving way to the force of my weight coming back down.

My breathing is shallow as I try to utter the word ‘more’.

He weaves his arms under my legs. Reaching up, I feel him grasp my breasts in his hands. Squeezing, twirling their weight in his palms. Twisting my nipples with the tips of his fingers. His coarse callouses causing just enough friction over my skin as he brushes them over my body. Grazing down my stomach.

I falter slightly when I feel him land on the scars on my thighs. Arms wrapped under my legs and his hands gripping my upper thighs. I was not worried about him feeling the scars on my torso. Those ones are larger and can easily be explained away from training mistakes. But the ones on my wrists and thighs that no one is meant to see are harder to brush off. Not quite as deep. Not near as thick. These scars are tiny, short, quick cuts without number on my skin. No one has grazed their fingers over them long enough to realize what they are but Aeron. Aeron is taking his time.

I almost pull away but I can’t bring myself to deny this want any longer.

Closing my eyes and throwing my head back into the pillow. I get lost in the pleasure that is him. I can feel his eyes on me. I can feel his gaze never wavering. Taking all of me in.

He kisses my knee and down my thigh. His tongue hovers and brushes around and over my center.

Then it happens.

He’s finally at my core. His tongue assaults my pussy in the best way. Gentle and aggressive. Demanding for taste. He licks me up from base to tip. Swirling my clit with his tongue, sucking it in to his mouth. I feel his hands grip my thighs. I match it by gripping the strands of his hair. I arch even further into him. And once I feel his fingers enter inside of me, I almost come undone. One at first and then two. Working me the way no one else ever has. Moving inside of me, pulling in and out. Curling into the walls of my pussy, as he still pleasures my clit with his mouth. Reaching depths I didn’t think possible.

I’m seeing stars. Never before has it felt this good. I’m breathless. Moans and groans filling the air from both of us as we take part. My breathing is shallow and all I can think is how have I gone this long without. Barely able to utter any words from the intensity.

I don’t think I can take it anymore. “I’m close,” I say. Not able to get more than a whisper out. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t speed up, doesn’t slow down. But keeps with his steady rhythm.

Goddess, most don’t know to do that.

Then it happens.

I reach my pinnacle. My whole body shivers. My eyes roll back in my head. I grab the back of his head and shove his face further into me as I ride out my orgasm. My body shaking alone is enough friction to send me even further over the edge.

I look down at him as I finish. His mouth is still firmly on my clit. He draws his mouth and fingers away slowly. As if he is savoring every last bit of me. He laps up my pussy one last time with a slow flat tongue. Flicking it off my clit, causing me to jerk. Kissing me gently a few more times there and then works his mouth up the rest of my body. Sucking in his finger, he whispers to me, “You taste divine.” Finding my lips once more, kissing me softly this time.

Tasting myself off of him. I don’t want this to end. I’m lost in his mouth. Feeling his length grind up against me. My already sensitive center from my roaring orgasm longing for more. He is pushing his trousers down now and just when I think we are about to continue there is a knock at my door.

He growls. A rumble from somewhere deep in his chest. A look of pure evil in his eyes. As if he is ready to kill whoever is there. His head turns toward the door but I bring his gaze back to mine. I kiss him once more. Looking into his eyes with endearment.

Another unspoken conversation happening between us.

He nods and in a puff of black smoke he is gone.

There’s another knock on my door. Then I hear, “Dinalia are you there? I really need to speak with you?” Fuck, it’s Saphrina.

Oh my Goddess, how am I supposed to face her after what just happened?

After what I just did.

Jolting out of bed. Throwing on a robe and tossing my ripped clothes under the covers quickly.

“Coming” I call out, still trying to catch my breath.

I open the door and she’s standing there with a worried look on her face. She walks in, “What were you doing? What took you so long?”

“Sorry, I was in the shower.” I say, shutting the door behind her. “You said you needed to speak with me?”

I watch her glance around my room. Nothing is out of the ordinary. Other than my bed being a bit of a mess, for obvious reasons only to me.

“I have to break the alliance.”

My eyes widened. I knew she was having doubts about Prince Proteus and that Aeron could be her mate. But to take it this far. To come to this conclusion without conforming the bond is beyond irrational.

Besides, Aeron can’t be her mate.

Right?

She is young and naive. Perhaps her feelings towards Aeron are pure curiosity and wonder for the forbidden fruit.

Is that the reason for my pull towards him as well?

No, can’t be.

Right?

“Why? What happened?” I ask, joining her on the bed. Hoping she does not notice the smell of sex that fills my room.

She shouldn’t. Not having experienced any herself. She would have told me.

Feels a little weird sitting here with my sister. After I just received my first orgasm from another person that happens to be the man she believes to be her mate.

Ugh, I am an awful sister.

“I just need to confirm the bond with Prince Aeron. I know he feels the same way. Prince Proteus is just so kind and sweet. He’s a complete gentleman and I feel horrible leading him on. Knowing I’ve already found my mate and it’s not him.”

“Saphrina, are you sure Aeron is your mate? Are you sure it’s not just curiosity or a peaked interest in him?”

She looks out my open balcony doors. “He has to be my mate. He’s the one I want.”

Sighing, I say, “Just because you want him does not mean he is your mate. Sure you may be attracted to him and share common thoughts and he’s said nice things but…” I pause. Not sure how to word this. I don’t know how to sound supportive and caring while trying to get across the actual ideals of a mate from our Goddess. “All those things doesn’t mean he is your blessed mate from our Goddess. They are incredibly rare and there is no way of knowing until the bond is confirmed by the two.”

“Which is why I need to confirm the bond with him tonight. Before the wedding celebrations go any further.” she stands, walking away from me. “I’m going to do it tonight. I’m going to confirm the bond with Prince Aeron. Tell my Father. And he is the one I shall marry.”

My heart twists in my chest. How do I tell her he is not her mate? Not just because of what is between him and me but also because she truly is not extraordinary enough for one. I know she’s been told she is blessed by the Goddess and she is the one spoken of in the prophecy her whole life but it’s just not possible. She has little magic abilities. Her versatility in magic is low. And she’s never even been told the Goddess prophecy. Neither of us have. For all we know the one foretold hasn’t even been born yet. But her lack of Goddess mark tells me all I need to know.

Fated to be her mate or not. Prince Aeron is superior to her. Mates are equal. Their souls, powers, abilities, everything co-existing and matches the others.

They hold no such similarities.

Before I can say anything, she’s turning around. Hugging me and heading out the door.

Great, this is going to be an interesting evening.