Page 88 of Eternally Rare
“Do I need to fuck you out here in front of everyone to get you to calm down?” I slide my claws down his cheek, the other down his back, tracing the scars I left there. “Will that get you to see that our firebond is stronger than you give her credit for?” I tug his head to the side and ghost my lips down his throat, the smell of an iced forest lingering on his skin. Being alone in the cold, the frozen air stinging our lungs, and with every pant, the puffs of air clouds our vision. The sun shines against the blankets of snow covering the ground. Each small flake glitters like diamonds, a variety of colors bouncing off one another.
The sun promises spring with fresh wildflowers that are waiting to bloom under the cold, waiting to be warm.
That is the closest I can get to describing how he smells— the promise of a field of wildflowers after an ice age, that peaceful promise that can only be found when alone, lost, and exploring the end of winter.
It’s a cold scent I want to bottle so I can smell the morning sun mixed with winter.
“That wasn’t so hard,” Rarity says out of nowhere.
Hearing her voice brings me back to reality, but not enough to stop my lips from pressing just below his ear.
“I live to see another day.” She strokes the Icebregsa’s neck.
It neighs before bumping its nose against her cheek.
Cailian clears his throat, straightening out his robes as if they are a mess from us fucking. Oh, how I would love to lift the material and bunch it around his thighs while I drive into him over and over again.
“No one can know of this,” he hurries. “No one can know you are accepted by the Icebergsa. It means you can take any fromtheir master. The more you have, the more powerful you are. Icebergsas, once trained, can be a deadly force to any army.
I’m trying to listen to him but his voice keeps getting further away as I stare at him.
He looks perfect. Not a wrinkle crinkling those expensive, elven-made robes. Even his hair is lying down on his shoulders like the mist from a waterfall. The braids he has neatly weaved through the crown before falling to his jawline, the golden jewels clipped into the strands clinking together.
Cailian can fool everyone right now with how put-together he is.
I know better.
His eyes are glazed and hooded with desire, a distant expression captivating his features.
Physically, he is in control, but mentally? Emotionally?
That’s inmycontrol. Iownhis desire.
“We won’t tell a soul.” I finally manage to rip my tongue from the roof of my mouth in order to speak.
“We should get going,” Rarity says, kissing the Icebergsa on the snout. “I want to see everything. Cailian, Nyx, I want an Icebergsa.” She takes our hands and turns us to walk down the cobble-iced road. “The village is beautiful.” Rarity is looking in every direction, taking it all in and finding every last thing she sees fascinating. “That looks like an old, gothic cathedral.” She points to a tall building with a pointed frame.
“Let’s go back to you wanting an Icebergsa. They aren’t inexpensive and once you have it, others will want it, or simply kill it because it belongs to royalty.”
“We can protect it, can’t we? If Icebergsas represent power, why don’t we have any?”
“Well, dragons don’t ride them due to the temperature changes.”
“But you can now that we are all mated. Imagine the three of us riding them to any battle or meeting. We would be making a statement to all who challenges us.”
“You are taking this role on quickly.”
“Well, last I checked, I was destined for this role.” She playfully flips her hair before snickering.
“She isn’t wrong,” Cailian says, stopping in front of the cathedral.
“You’ll come to learn that I am never wrong,” she sasses.
I smack her ass, giving her a taste of what will happen for when she is wrong. “I wonder if you’ll feel the same when I have you bent over my knee, punishing you for that attitude.”
“I’d like to see you attempt to put me over your knee.”
My brows rise at her challenge and a dark chuckle escapes me as I take a step closer to her. I lean down, twirling her hair around my finger but tightening my grip and yanking her head back.