Winston POV
I hear everything Macy has said, but my brain isn't processing any of it. Well, that's not true. I got the cliff notes. She wants to start a war to bring peace. I will take the time to process all of that later. Right now, all I can see to focus on is how her cheeks flush when she is angry.
She flops down on her back. Hell bent on not helping me with her clothes. I would never admit this to anyone, but I love when she makes me work for it. She is so stunningly perfect that I would gladly bend to her every whim.
Only, I don't plan on undressing her. That would take too much time. I dart my head under the full skirts of her gown, and she squeals. Pulling my head back out, I smile at her over the folds of her dress.
"Nyx took great care to pick this gown out to impress the lycans," she laughs, but I know she is not serious. She would rather be in jeans and a t-shirt. She despises dressing to impress. When I am able to speak again, I plan on telling her just how perfect she is without fluffy gowns.
Her eyes narrow at me like she expects me to give up on my endeavor, but I shrug and dip back under her skirt. She tries to squeeze her legs together, but I hold them still with my hands. Only a thin piece of fabric stands between me and my prize.
I loop my fingers into her panties, pulling it to the side. Her whole body stills. I am not even sure she is breathing. I could tease her, but the smell of her arousal is trapped under here with me, and it is driving me insane.
The back of my knuckle drags against her core, and I can make out her muffled whimper. The tip of my tongue follows the track of my knuckle, and her hips jerk. I smile against her core, letting my lips press against her entrance. Pausing for only a moment, I let her anticipation build. She is already dripping wet, and I am sure her first orgasm of the night will be a fast one.
Not wanting to tease her too much, I delve my tongue between her folds. Her hips buck and wiggle. She is desperate for release already. I am sure Edward has wound her up while I hide down here. Holding her in place, I lick and kiss her pussy. Sliding a finger inside and curling it slightly.
Another muffled scream, and she clamps down on my finger. Her juices flood my mouth, and I bite down on her clit. Her body quivers as she comes down from her orgasm, and I fight my way out from under her gown.
When I finally emerge, I see why she sounded muffled. Edward's cock his occupying her pretty mouth.
"Just a moment," he grunts before spilling his seed down her throat. She sucks his cock, swallowing everything and licking the rest from her lips. Her blue eyes are blazing with need as she gathers her skirts around her waist. It is an invitation.
I fumble with my belt buckle and settle between her legs. Fisting my cock, I line it up with her entrance. She lifts her hips, and I sink my head in. I pause. I don't to hurt her.
"Please," she cries. "Don't stop."
I inch my way in until I am fully sheathed. My moments are slow and deliberate. If she wants to be fucked it won't be by me. I can't tell her that I love her, but I can sure as shit show her.
Our bodies move as one. Sweat beads on her brow, and her forehead wrinkles. I look over my shoulder for Edward, but he is already asleep on the chair. Fucker. I need him to make sure she is okay.
I cup her face in my hand and run my thumb over her lips. Her eyes sparkle with tears. "Don't pull out," she whispers.
I want to argue, but I obviously can't.
"Please, Winston," she moans. "I won't let her rule my life."
Well, since she said please.
I don't let go of her face, and we keep our eyes focused on each other. Her breathing picks up, and she closes her eyes. I smile as warmth flows over my cock. "Winston," she cries out.
The sound of my name on her lips causes me to explode. Emptying myself inside her, I don't think about the consequences of my actions, because I will be damned if Selene takes anything from me.
Destin POV
The air in the Human Realm is thicker than I remember. It fuels the fire that is chasing me. The flames are large and angry, laying waste to the forest behind me. I just have to make it to the lake. Once I am there, I can swim to the island in the middle while the flames wait angrily on the bank. Her flames.
She found me quickly like she was looking for me. The bitch knew I would flee the Immortal Realm after the loss of Arabella. A mistake that cannot be easily remedied.
It is okay, though. They will protect her. I read their minds. The silent one is quite pleasant, but even the other wants nothing more than to make her happy. I couldn't have made her happy. Not with Arabella roaming around outside.
Now she is truly gone, and I can start over. Well, I can start over when Selene stops hunting my ass.
The lake is within view, and I jump. It is more of a leap of faith. The flames attack my ankles, but I plunge into the water before they can take hold. I don't look back when I surface, but I can hear her laughter on the banks.
When I make it to the island, I lay out on the sandy beach. Filling my lungs with the smokey air.
"Destin," she calls out. "Your runes to keep me out will only work for so long."
"Fuck you, Selene," I yell back.
"That can be arranged," she laughs.
"No, thank you."
The flames rage behind her. "We could have worked together. Together, we could have made Roland pay for what he did. You only needed to ask."
"I have no interest in your centuries old grudge with my king," I shout.
"What if you knew the truth?"
"I may not be able to lie, Selene, but you can. I trust nothing that comes out of your filthy mouth," I groan.
"I have created a mate for you," she tells me. "One that I promise will not be taken from you."
"No thanks," I yell. "I am fine on my own."
"Would you rather I kill her?" She laughs.
"No. Fuck! Give her to someone else."
"Too late," she sighs. "She turns eighteen in just a few days. She will be looking for you."