Slay My Soul

Chapter 29 Eve

It wasn’t my proudest moment running off as I did. It’s been a long time since I have felt so overwhelmed. I hate how I am expected to just jump on any dick deemed necessary to the prophecy and be happy about it. But I understand how they see it from their side.

It is simple - just mate the last two and win. Am I really frigid? Are my claimed mates satisfied? Am I meant to ignore my feelings and emotions? Am I just supposed to become a sexbot and become all-powerful? Why didn’t the Fates pick some nympho to be their puppet? Christ, I hadn’t slept with anyone but Reece up until Darius and Garret jumped on my runaway train. I was all about loving the one you were intimate with, fighting against the supernatural mate bonds, and loving them naturally. Hating this forced and rushed intimacy. I stop my stomping through the forest and glare at the sky peeking through.

“You dumbasses should have picked someone else!” I yell. “Someone less stubborn, that lives for sex. Or, you could have at least made it one guy that has everything like me so it was more manageable. You are shitty planners!” I flip the sky my middle finger and then continue my stomping. Eventually, I come out by the swimming hole. The tent where Reece and I spent our last night together is still standing. I should take it down, but I can’t bring myself to do it. This is the last place I saw Reece alive and I feel closer to him here than anywhere else. It has become a safe place for me to think and breathe. It is obvious my mind has decided I need to reground myself, having run here on autopilot. So I will do just that. Rest, regroup, and get my head back in the game.

I flick a few leaves off the bedding in the tent and flop onto the soft bed. A small puff of Reece’s scent greets me. His scent is faint now, but still present. I snuggle into his pillow, closing my eyes and listening to the sounds of birds singing and leaves rustling in the breeze. My muscles slowly release their tension and I allow myself to doze a little. Power naps are good for the soul.

I jerk awake suddenly and see it is dark. Reece’s scent surrounds me and the heavy weight of an arm lies over my waist. The heat of his chest against my back is so comforting. I wriggle and turn myself to see Reece sleeping peacefully beside me, a lock of his blond hair flopped over his face. I stroke it away. His eyes flicker open and a hand snatches my wrist, pulling it to his lips so he can kiss my palm.

“What are you doing awake in the middle of the night baby girl?” He murmurs in a husky, sleepy voice. “Bad dream?”

“No idea, I just woke up suddenly,” I murmur back.

“Do you reckon you can go back to sleep, or should we get up?” He says, pulling me closer.

“I’m not getting up, I’m happy to stay right here forever.” I tuck my nose into his neck, drowning myself in his addictive scent.

“Me too babe.” He kisses my temple and rolls so I can sprawl on him as I normally do. I doze off again easily.

The morning light blares through a gap in the curtains. I groan and move Reece’s hand up from my shoulder to cover my eyes. His chest jerks as he laughs.

“Come on lazy, it’s time to get your cute ass moving.” His fingers tickle my face as I groan and try to bury myself in his neck. Fingers tickle my hips and I shriek and thrash. “Chop, chop babe. The sooner you get up, the sooner you can have coffee.”

“Already made,” a voice calls from the door. “Sorry I’m late. I had hoped to be home with you before you woke, but the flight was delayed.” The door nudges open and Belestine walks in juggling three cups of coffee. I smile and grin, sitting up and accepting a cup before he settles on the bed and starts sipping on his own coffee. He strokes the hair running down my back, untangling it gently and Reece draws circles on my thigh. I love mornings like this. Coffee, bed, and my mates.