Eiarex, World of Her Birth (On Hold)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Nyril and Krath spent the evening joining Handred's family for dinner. The little ones were a joy as usual. Nyril adored Mina just as much as Mina adored her. The girl fussed over her every time Nyril and Krath visited with them. Handen couldn't decide who was the better warrior, his father or uncle. Lisetae was the perfect hostess, kind, gracious, and easy to talk to. It was a pleasant time for all of them.

Eventually the children's bedtime rolled around and the younger couple excused themselves for the night. Krath and Nyril walked hand-in-hand as they made their way to her apartment. They paid no attention to the two trailing guards. Graden and Don were quiet fellows, serious about their duties. Secretly Nyril was relieved that she had more approachable "babysitters" during the daylight hours.

When they reached Nyril's chambers, the two of them made their way into her bedroom. Krath pulled Nyril into his arms and dipped his head close to hers.

"I've been aching to do this all day," he whispered in her ear. His lips gently kissed her there, then he trailed them over to press against her lips. Nyril sighed in appreciation, opening her mouth in invitation. Krath accepted and dipped his tongue into the nectar of her mouth, tasting and caressing. He backed her up so that she was flush against the wall. Krath pressed his body against hers, molding his hard frame to her soft curves. One of his hands grabbed onto her hip, as the other tangled roughly in her hair. She moaned and the sound fueled Krath on. He thrust his tongue deeper in to the recesses of Nyril's hot mouth, imitating the act that he wanted to do to another part of her.   

He wanted her. Gods, how he wanted to claim her right then and there, but he knew he couldn't. It wouldn't be right. Nyril deserved to have a proper joining. Her first time should be after a grand devotion ceremony where she was dressed like a queen and Krath would swear his vows to her in front of the entire clan. She was the mate of his soul and as such deserved the utmost respect.

It was with great reluctance that Krath broke off the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. Nyril's hands were on either side of his head and she heaved a slightly disappointed sigh. This always happened. They would come together passionately and almost to the brink of no return, and Krath would abruptly put a stop to it. She understood why he did it, but it still left her wanting more.

"I must go," Krath said. "You should get to sleep early. Myleest said she was going to take you to the hot spring shortly after dawn before anyone else gets there."

"No one wants to go at night anymore now that there's a vampyre around the village." Nyril noted soberly, looking away.

"Hey," he cupped her cheeks in his hands and made her look at him. "Don't be afraid. We've had some of our warriors sweeping the area near the city in search of him. You're protected in the Elder Tree. He won't get you here."

Nyril wasn't so sure of that. She already felt him out there. She sensed the moment Archibald awoke just before sunset a couple of hours ago. She could feel his determination to get her back. It wouldn't be long now. She knew he would find a way to reach her soon.

"Stay with me tonight." Nyril suddenly asked, her vivid eyes boring into his.

"I wish I could." He shook his head sadly. "But I can't. You're too much of a temptation, Nyril. Every time I see you I want to claim you, and when I say that I mean I want to physically claim you, join our bodies together and place my son in there," he rested a hand against her belly.

Nyril felt herself blushing, but she wasn't opposed to his words. She wanted him to be with her physically, as well, and although it wasn't a good time yet, she wanted to bear his children, too.