Then the tears were suddenly forgotten, and all thoughts turned to pleasure. Drake gripped hold of Kira's head in both hands and began to drive himself down her throat, choking her and causing her to gag until he knew she could take no more. He paused to allow her to breathe before continuing. Repeating over and over until he could hold out no longer.
Sure that it would be a big load and unwilling to make her feel as if she were drowning, Drake pulled out just in time to spray his seed all over her face.
"Mmm…" she mumbled, as if she’d enjoyed it.
"Ahh! Fuck! Kira!" Menion suddenly exclaimed, and Drake knew what was coming. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Menion's climax spill between Kira's fingers, rolling down her wrist to pool at her elbow on the bedsheets.
Last but not least, Blake growled through gritted teeth as he pumped his load deep inside her. As if it had tipped her over the edge, Kira screamed with pleasure and delight, and her entire body began to quiver. Suddenly, the only thing that seemed to be holding her up was Blake's hands on her hips.
Chapter 21 - Kira
"I wish I didn't have to leave you," Menion's words caused Kira's throat to constrict with emotion, and she discreetly cleared her throat as she reached up to place a hand on his cheek.
"You must," Kira responded. "I’ve seen it in my visions, but I’ve also seen that you will return."
She stood on the deck of the Forgotten Isle ship, mere hours after she’d fallen into the cabin with her fated mates in an attempt to collect the tears Menion would need to save his mother. During that love-making session, she'd witnessed much of the future, of Menion saving his mother's life and much of the fate of his father, King Dunston. His future had been far less pleasant, and Kira couldn't quite decide whether to share it with her mate. She had no idea how he might react if he were to know that his father would never see the Forgotten Isle or his wife again.
Karma has come to bite him, Kira knew. Though nobody had mentioned it yet, as perhaps it had not yet occurred, King Dunston's wounds, suffered during Kira's rescue, would become infected, and it appeared that Fate had chosen to end his life upon that sore note. Though she knew he deserved it, Kira couldn't help but feel bad for her mate. After all, the king was his father.
Deciding it might be better to keep the future to herself, she simply pushed herself up on her tiptoes and kissed him gently before whispering, "Be prepared for anything, my love."
Menion leaned his forehead against hers and she could hear him drawing in a deep breath through his nose, as if he was trying to take in the scent of her to commit it to memory. He held her by the hips, his grip tight, as if he was anxious not to let her go. Though she kept her eyes closed, enjoying his closeness for several more moments, she could feel the gazes of her other two mates on her back, and when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, she was prepared for their hands to rest on her shoulders.
"We shall take good care of her," Drake promised, his voice stern with seriousness, and when Kira opened her eyes, she found that he was looking at Menion with what appeared to be newfound respect, an almost brotherly expression.
Though Blake still appeared wary of the foreign prince, he bowed his head in agreement with his brother's words before announcing, "And there will always be a place for you at both our courts."
Menion offered the twins a grateful look before he turned his gaze back down to Kira. Taking hold of her face in both hands, he said, “I’m not sure I can bear to be away from you for so long.”
Kira smiled sadly and placed the palm of her hand over his heart, feeling it beating beneath her hand, she smiled up at him and reminded him, “I will be right here, always.”
Menion closed his eyes and seemed as though he was trying to lock her words away somewhere deep inside him to think on whenever he was feeling alone during his journey. Kira couldn’t help but feel his emotions as if they were her own. After all, she had Blake and Drake to keep her company while Menion returned home to fix the mess his father’s kingdom had become. He might not return for some years, she realized, wondering once more whether she should tell him about his father’s impending death. Seeing the pain that already darkened his moss-green eyes, she decided it was probably best to leave things to take their natural course.
“We should return to the palace and let Menion get on his way,” Blake advised, and his hands squeezed Kira’s shoulder comfortingly. Releasing Menion, she placed her hands on top of the hands now resting on both her shoulders. Blake’s guards were all still surrounding the deck, and each of them stepped forward to bow to their king, his brother and his mate as the three prepared to leave the ship. Offering a few last instructions to his men, Blake pulled Kira around to face him and asked, “Are you ready?”
The urge to protest was overwhelming. A part of her wanted to go with Menion, to see the Forgotten Isle once more and be at his side to comfort him when he needed her most, but she knew if she did so, she would only be a liability. Not only would she likely be consumed by thoughts of the past, but she would also distract him from his most important tasks. No, it’s better if I remain here, she reminded herself firmly, forcing herself to nod.
Before Blake could sweep her up into his arms, Menion rushed forward again. Whipping her around to face him, he pressed his lips so passionately against hers, she was certain they would bruise.
“I will never forget all you’ve done for me,” he whispered against her lips. “I love you, Lady Kira.”
Cringing, Kira couldn’t help but respond, “I’m not a lady.”
“You will always be a lady to me,” Menion insisted and kissed her again.
“I love you too,” she added when he allowed her a moment to breathe.
When she finally stepped back again, she found that both the twins were gazing at her, both looking as though they wanted to be the one to carry her in their arms, back to the safety of the shore.
“How is your wound?” Kira asked Drake, glancing at his side. He’d switched his blood-stained clothing for some simple brown and cream clothes one of the soldiers from the Forgotten Isle had offered him, perhaps as a peace offering, and although the tunic was intact, Kira knew the spot on his side where the arrow had protruded was still red and angry, as if it hadn’t entirely healed.
“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Drake said with a shrug, though it was clear from the way he stepped back to allow Blake to take his place that he knew what she’d been hinting at. Though he had appeared at the top of his game when they were making love, there was no way in fae hell she was going to allow him to carry her all the way back to land. The thought that he might do himself more damage was far too worrying.
“You both make sure you take care of her,” Menion grumbled. Though his tone was serious, there was also a brotherly kind of playfulness to his expression as he glared at the twins.
“We’d rather die than allow anything to happen to her,” Blake assured him, and the two men shook hands. Drake stepped forward to do the same as Blake took Kira into his arms. Allowing him to swing her up into his arms, she wrapped her own around his neck. Her heart was already hammering at the thought of being carried all the way over the ocean to solid land once more.
“My lady,” a familiar voice startled Kira, and she glanced around, her arms tightening around Blake’s neck as she turned to look at Farro. The fae bodyguard stood with his head bowed and his hand over his heart, “I wish to offer you my sincerest apologizes for my part in all of this.”