Opal Langley, a champion figure skater well-known globally, faced an abrupt and devastating halt in his once flourishing career. His mentor, the woman he'd trusted with his skills throughout his formative years, was arrested for horrible offenses...
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Opal's pov
I SCRATCHED AT THE MATE mark on my neck as it started to shimmer a bit. I was sitting down on the kings bed writing down extra details for the wedding which the planner was to attend to.
I sat between the both of them, we engaged in small conversation and picked at the fruit bowl which sat on my lap.
They were busy signing papers that followed into the next few months, who knew you had to sign papers to tell villagers to grow more vegetables?!
I broke the silence.
"I swear Jillian and Constantine had this weird unresolved conflict between them."
Ambrose looks my way,
"Is that so?"
I nodded.
"Petal, you forgot the sculpture." He looked at the list I was writing and I pursed my lips. "Did you hear what I said?" I tilted my head.
"Mhm.." Florian hums mindlessly.
They go back to signing papers and I kick my legs out. How did they do this for so long? I wrote down over twenty things and they seemed to be finished with over ten papers..
I placed the fruit bowl on the nightstand and sat back down in the middle of them.
I wrote down probably one more thing on the list and the mark on my neck started glowing again. I scratched it, not because it itches but because it felt weird, it irritated me a bit.
"Little one, is the mark bothering you?" Ambrose ducked down to inspect it.
"Mmn, kind of." I continue to scratch it.
"Your skin is turning red, stop scratching it, baby." Florian grabbed my hand and I nodded, "oka-?!"
Ambrose licked the mark causing a feeling of electric to spread all across my body. My lower region stiffened and I bit my lip.
"That feels better?" Ambrose huskily asks. I nod slowly. He pushed his papers to the side and brought me into his lap, straddling position.
My back arched as he continued to lick at my neck. Florian watched with piqued interest. He placed his stack of paper on the floor and watched which caused My face to flush wildly.
I rested my chin on Ambrose's shoulder and looked at Florian, he palmed his hands over his bulge.
Ambrose continued to lick at the mark and I let out a satisfied sputter, trying to speak but a sudden reach into my pants makes my words become stuck in my throat.
