Flames of Fury

Chapter 34

What a week! Happy happy Friday!

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Magnolia

"You nervous, Love? You're so tense." Varian stands behind me in front of the closet mirror and gently massages my shoulders and neck.

"Nervous, no. Just anxious. I can't help but feel like this entire situation is my fault. I'm his target, from the very beginning that's what this has been about. My dad and Dex getting captured, Griffin dying, the attack on Shadowmoon. All because of me."

Varian's grip tightens around my shoulders as he pulls me back towards him so my back is flush against the front of his body. He snakes an arm around my waist and slides the other one around the side of my neck forcing me to tilt my head to the side, exposing one side of my neck to him.

He runs his lips from my shoulder up my neck and behind my ear, growling softly the entire time and leaving gooseflesh in the wake of his petal soft lips. "It's not your fault that Illian is a power hungry psychopath. I can't exactly blame him for wanting what's mine," he nips at my ear, "but he was the one who chose violence, not you."

He tongues over his mark on my neck, gently sucking and nipping at it and driving me wild with need. I melt in his arms but he holds me upright with ease, keeping me from falling at his feet in a puddle.

Ro saunters into the walk-in closet to the sight of Varian embracing me and taunting me with his skilled tongue. "I thought I smelled something good." Ro flashes me a shit eating grin and I flush crimson with embarrassment.

He moves to face me and holds my gaze hostage with his ebon eyes. "Princess," he purrs, "there's no need to be bashful. Your scent, your desire, pleases our wolves greatly."

Ro captures my lips in his with tender affection laced with dark promises.

"Fuck the banquet, let's stay here." I mewl, begging them to give me more; more of their touch, more of their tongues, everything, all of it.

Ro and Varian throw their heads back, howling with unrestrained laughter. "Oh Princess, you are trouble. Ember said you needed at least one more day to heal." Ro says.

"And that's if you're taking it easy. As in, not leading an army into battle against a hostile enemy." Varian teases.

"You're right," I sigh with feigned resignation and just barely slip out of their grasp, "but she didn't say I couldn't use my mouth." I whisper into Varian's ear just before I bolt out of the closet away from my mates. I know their wolves can't resist the chase, in fact I'm counting on it.

Ro catches me as I'm about to jump off the balcony and take to the skies. "Oh, Princess, when this is all over you will pay for teasing us and our wolves." He says to me through a sinister grin. "Now let's get downstairs, everyone will be waiting for us."

It's been fifty years since the last time we threw a party large enough to need this room, but my mom hasn't lost her touch at all. The hall is sprinkled with hundreds of round dining tables, each decorated with floral centerpieces and crisp white table cloths. She strategically assigned tables so that the wolves would be interspersed throughout our colony rather than sequestered to a corner of the room like they don't belong.

Our parents are already seated at the long, head table along with our siblings and head guardians, Malin and Xander. I'm pleased to see that Ember is also sitting with us there.