Remember Me

18

"But there is something I need to tell you."

He froze under her but kissed their intertwined hands. "I know about you and Azriel..."

"It's not that." She bit her lip nervously. "I've been taking a potion."

"Alright." He frowned, not knowing what that meant.

"I've been taking it for hundreds of years. It's a -" She took in a deep breath. "It's a potion that blocks the mating bond." She took out a small vial from her pocket. "I take it once a month. And I need to take it now if I want it to keep working."

He looked at her, trying to process this new information. He lowered their hands between them. "I understand why you take it. With everything that happened, with your work. You didn't want anyone getting close to you again."

"But now, here you are." She smiled a little. "Do you want me to keep taking it?"

"Jo." He whispered cupping her cheek. "I don't care if you are my Mate or not. I love you and I would never want anyone else. I asked you to marry me because I'm in love with you and you will always be the one for me. If we're are Mates, that's a bonus. But if one of us would meet our Mate later, I would still pick you. I will always choose you, baby."

She leaned her head against his. "I will always choose you too." She tossed the vial to the side before claiming his lips. She pushed until he was flat on his back, and she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. She was straddling him naked except for the dagger that was tied around her thigh, and his cock twitched at the sight. He could see most of her tattoos. He had treasured each one of them the first night they came together. Like he had said, he would take his time to thoroughly claim her. She took out her dagger and slipped it under his shirt before bringing it upwards to tear the shirt in two. Fuck, she was so violent if she wanted. And he fucking loved it. She kissed his first and so far, only tattoo, the ancient symbol of Ghost on his ribs before she made quick work of his breeches and when they were both naked, he slanted his lips over the peak of her breasts. While he focussed his attention of her perfect, full breasts, she lowered herself on to him. The feel and smell of her, still made his head dizzy. He wanted to grab her waist and push himself up in her, but he knew when they were in this position, she was the one in charge. He nipped at her nipple as he was eager for her to start. A female in charge, no – Jo in charge, it was something he would never grow tired off. And it was something to make him come quickly. That beautiful sight above him, that perfect curvy body moving on top of him just like now. But the moment her green eyes met his, that was his undoing. And she knew it. So, she kept her eyes closed as she rode him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he continued on her breasts, his free hand finding a way between her legs. She clenched together as his finger rubbed her apex. He groaned at the feeling. She chuckled.

That night, the switched off by looking at the dancing leaves and taking one another. Over and over again.

The wedding was today. Not many people were invited as they wanted to keep it small. Eris looked out the window to see his three remaining brothers there. Lucien sat with their mother and Helion in the first row. A few months after the Dance of Trees, mother and Helion's Mating bond snapped into place when she agreed to move in with him. Lucien and Helion got on pretty well and they fell into a natural father-son relationship. He was a little jealous of that, it was a sort of relationship he never had with Beron. But Helion took him, Paxton and Micah under his wing too. That was something good, because those two had more traits of their father then he wanted. Maybe being around him, they would change for the better. He found out, when Jo was attacked by the Griffin, it was a job for Helion. To capture the remaining Griffins. To help them bread and repopulate. In those eighty years since, the remaining six or so, had become a population of eighty and still growing.