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 FOUND MYSELF PACING BACK and forth in the bedroom. Ambrose and Florian were sound asleep yet I stood, thinking longingly about the prophecy. I left myself wondering, needing, aching.
What would it be like to be held so closely and delved into a deep intimacy? Would I back out before anything began?
I don't know, but as I paced in the dark bedroom I felt the need to complete the prophecy alleviate.
It was a burn from within that made me pace, made me nip at the skin under my nails, made sweat form on my forehead like condensation.. Goddess, no one knew how bad I needed the kings at this moment. The mark on my neck stung like a cauterybranding, spreading all across my body like a parasite.
It would be selfish of me to wake them up...I looked over at them, Florian, he was beautiful...Perfect. Ambrose's arms were wrapped around Florian as he grasped onto the space I abandoned. I shook my head. It would be selfish and highly provocative, right?
It's just..
I simply couldn't sleep on it! I was impatient and I knew this but to wake them up for sex? That's just extremely childish. "What's keeping you awake, darling boy?" Florian hummed, sitting up. I stopped pacing and turned his way, gulping guiltily.
"I did not mean to wake you, truly." I grimace scratching the back of my neck. Florian patted the empty spot I was once in, and I was quick to accompany him at his side.
"You didn't, I just couldn't help but roam through your mind while I was asleep, I know what's bothering you I just wish to hear it coming out of your mouth, dear." He purred, wrapping his arms around my waist, tucking his chin between my neck. He sniffed at my neck causing the burn in me to grow from within.
"Simply, I cannot wait, I need you both, horribly bad... Something's burning inside of me and I cannot wait any longer, for I am afraid I might just burst." I gasp out as he digs his nose deeper into my neck, taking in my scent completely. "Is that so, pretty boy?" Florian grasped my hands in his, letting out a small noise of surprise.
"Well I suppose you are correct, you're burning up and the prophecy is taking place..." he slowly unbuttoned my pajama blouse
Ambrose rose immediately.
"The prophecy is taking place?" his voice contained a sense of urgency.
The burning in me became unbearable, I could no longer take it, I went limp against Florian and began breathing heavily.
My neck was on fire and I let out a choked yelp.
"Oh, petal." Florian cooed, unraveling the buttons from my pajama blouse he gently dragged his finger along my bare torso.
