Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
When Kailar became angry, I did too. I could sense my own brother, Keion, down the hall, pacing the length of his quarters. Back and forth. Back and forth. He was as furious and as frantic to save Adan as Kailar. It was beyond his understanding how they could mention feasting and Adan in the same conversation. If Keion had his way, he’d already be traveling to the Sea Hag’s lair. No doubt, I would have my hands full tonight.
I glanced over at Kailar’s perfectly shaped ass. That ass of his was…well, there weren’t words in the dictionary to describe how gorgeous and delectable it was. The only thing more perfect than his ass was me being able to watch my cock sliding in and out of it. Gods, he was tight. Envisioning the sight caused me to give him a gentle slap on the rounded cheeks.
“What the fuck was that for? I’ve been waiting on you to climb aboard, sailor,” he teased with a twinkle in his colorful eyes. I’d noticed that, like his hair and his merman’s tail, they changed colors according to his mood.
Laughing, I said, “That was to wake you up. We have to shower, get dressed, and take the portal to the Atlantis court in less than an hour. Shake your tail, my beauty,” I ordered playfully. His eyes were a murky green—a color I hadn’t seen on him before. I wondered if that signaled his mood and if so, what mood did that color match?
He hopped out of the bed. “Shower with me. Please,” he asked softly, holding out a hand to me, as if I could ever say no to anything he asked. I had a lot of years to make up for my behavior. I could only pray the gods would give me the opportunity to have my eternity with him. If not, I would at least be able to keep him safe. I’d decided that Keion and I would cast a spell to send Kailar to the portal immediately if things looked to be going in the direction of a victory for Beathag. I realize it didn’t sound fair, but I would eagerly forfeit my life to keep his treacherous mother from having the opportunity to get her hands on him.
He pressed his sweet body to me once I stepped in the shower, and I was lost in him at once. I soaped up his lovely skin, paying special attention to certain areas. Before the water cooled too much, I had him pressed against the wall of the shower, buried deep inside him. When his orgasm rocked through him, I wasn’t far behind.
We made it to the portal, along with Keion with no time to spare and we stepped through and into his father’s celebration only minutes before things were scheduled to begin. Keion, walking next to me, growled with every step he took. “I’m sorry, Kailar. I’m not holding you responsible for what’s happening tonight, but I’m ready to put your father on a hook and dangle him over an aquarium of sharks. How dare he throw a party while Adan is suffering?”
“My thoughts exactly, Keion.” Kailar countered. “If I didn’t need my father and his army so badly right now, I wouldn’t put up with this. As it is, we have to play his game if we have any hopes of saving Adan.” He looked both me and Keion up and down. “And I do intend to rescue my brother. His soul is in anguish. He’s been begging me not to follow him through our connection…He doesn’t want you to come either because he fears for your safety. But this is one time I’m not going to bend to his will. I will go after him. He needs me.”
“Us,” I correctly quickly.
Kailar shrugged. “Of course, I meant us. I can’t do this without your magic.”
A sudden chill ran down my spine, but I brushed it off. This was no time to imagine premonitions of doom. We were in this together and I wasn’t letting him out of my sight. I had nothing to worry about. Absolutely nothing…until we met Beathag on the watery battlefield, of course. “I hope you don’t think I’ve implied that you’re weak, Kailar. It’s just that the more of us available to fight your mother, the better our chances.”
“Don’t call her that,” he growled. His eyes turned from the murky green to shining gold. Ah, he was angry. I knew that color. I’d seen it thrown in my direction enough times—well earned, I supposed.
“Yes, darling,” I answered obediently. I supposed he would be a spoiled brat forever, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.
We greeted several people as we walked through the crowd. A merman’s watery magic, like mine, kept them youthful forever. It was as if time had stood still from the last time I’d visited Atlantis. Some of the décor had changed—not much—no one had aged. Some, I noticed, were missing while new Atlanteans had taken their place. Protecting Atlantis wasn’t an easy task. We had many more enemies than just sirens and sea hags. As we made our way to the dining table, I saw King Cleotis, the King of Atlantis, present. This was something of a treat. He rarely stayed in the city, spending most of his time making treaties (as he had with the Mer Folk King Tearloch. That is, when he wasn’t busy fighting battles or breeding children. He enjoyed that part of his job. He certainly carried his fair share of keeping Atlantis strong with growth.