31. The Legend

Mikael nuzzled that spot, then shifted forward a bit as his hands slid up underneath her clothing and pushed the material to her hips. His hands gripped her waist to pull her to the very edge of her chair.

“It’s very rare with my people and unheard of for a human, but there are females that have a power in them to make a male desire her. Normally, these females claim the one they want and love only him. Emmalyn, there is something different about you. Perhaps it is your nature to love more than one. That you can handle more than one.”

“I do… love them both…” she whispered breathlessly. She didn’t want it to seem like she was trying to block them from her mind. She wasn’t. They were a part of her life now and they had given her their blessing. “I love them both, in distinct ways, because they are both different.”

To her earlier question, he had no answer. He could only shake his head and wonder about it himself. What would happen if he broke the rules after so long? To break tradition for his own personal gain? At the moment, he didn’t care. Her scent was overwhelming.

Emmalyn closed her eyes and leaned her head back. A louder moan moved from her lips. His mouth watered as he leaned forward, pressing one hand to the floor for balance. She felt her sex tingle with anticipation of what he could do to her. With the material moving up her body, it exposed her to him from the waist down.

Normally, she would have been more modest, but her time already spent with that was slowly working her away from that, teaching her to be more comfortable with her body. As his lips barely grazed her sex, his tongue snaked out and greedily licked from her tight little flower all the way up over her sensitive areas to her clit to circle it tenderly.

She inhaled sharply when she felt his tongue move against her moist lips with his tongue lapping at her juices as they formed there to make her lips sweet and slick. Emmalyn moaned again, her hands moving to the top of her thighs and her nails digging into her skin to keep from making much more sound. She remembered he said the room below was a common room, that any could come and go as they wished.

“Will you…” she moaned again, “tell me of the legend that your people have about me?” She didn’t ask her question because she wanted him to stop. It was a question that had been plaguing her mind. “No one seems to know it, but I need to know.” She moved her hips ever so slightly against him as his tongue circled her sensitive nub.

Mikael never doubted her love for her mates. Even now, as she responded to him, he knew her bond to them did not fade. His goal with her tonight was not to break that bond. But grant them both a gift. A reward for thinking of the pack in the punishment for her mates. Though punishment was far too harsh a word. One night without their mate was merely a reminder to them that the healer was important to them all.

Her question was crucial. While he wanted nothing more than to continue teasing that sweet little nub of flesh, he lifted his head and knelt straighter as he moved forward. His still leather-encased hips rested against her exposed sex.

“The legends of you reach back to my father’s time. Toren’s father was a seer. He saw visions of the future. Incredibly rare, even more than the biologically dominant female. He saw you and what your coming would bring.

“He saw war, and he saw the destruction. He saw the world as we have known it changed but did not see the result. But he also saw the one divining factor that could bring about a good end. A trinity around the dominator. The healer. You,” he explained.

His fingers worked to unfasten the bone clip from her shoulder to loosen the material covering her. He slid it away and let it fall around her waist and lightly slid one large, warm hand along her pale, silken flesh. It swept along the top of her breasts, drifting down along her stomach, then back up to cup one of those pliant globes.

“He saw an elder breaking the cycle to take you as their mate. But seer’s visions are never fully correct. We had decided, however, to provide the option. Though I refused to let a legend overrule the basis of our pack. It would be the same as giving superstition more importance than rational thought.

“We believe the legends hold truth. But I refuse to let it rule us. Peratuth holds far more history than the healer legend, and I will not let it reshape us.”

Now she understood why the hunters would have been looking for her had they not stumbled across her in the market that day. The healer was to be a central figure around the trinity. An elder, an alpha, and a beta. Three to form the surrounding trinity. She tried to wrap her mind around it, as it all made sense to her finally. But his fingers and the way his body moved against her caused a powerful reaction inside her, stronger even than what Farrel and Caleb could bring her to.

She arched her back a bit, pressing that soft flesh against his hand. Was he the one of the prophesy as well? He even said he had thought of breaking that rule to take a mate.

“Is that why you let me choose the elder to sire the child? Are you supposed to take me as a mate as well?” She asked him, her breath catching in her throat as his fingers moved over her skin, causing those soft embers of desire in her to form a wildfire.

“Toren and Ghor believe in the legend in its literal sense. That everything will play out as it’s prophesied. I do not. I believe it to be more suggestive than a requirement,” he murmured.

Mikael inhaled sharply when her lust enveloped him. It permeated from her very skin, mingling with her musk. The effect it had on him was powerful. He was already fully erect from his first scent of her arousal. Now that her pheromones were in play, he was throbbing. Deep, pulsing rhythms pumping through his shaft.

He shifted against her, fitting the thick pillar confined in his leather covering against her wet sex so she could feel the pulsing for herself. His hand tenderly squeezed her breast, pinching her hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger to roll it slowly back and forth. Her lovely body and scent fascinated him. She gasped and moaned as she felt him move against her, her lower lips parted to wrap around him. Emmalyn could feel him throbbing through the material. It made her sex even slicker with anticipation. She moved her knees up to his hips and moved her hips against him as she rubbed herself on that material. She made a loud cry of desire, not realizing how much of an effect he was having on her as well. Just as he was finding her hard to resist, he was just as irresistible to her. Her body pulsed for him, her blood surging to her lower region, wanting to have him complete her.

“I gave you the choice because it is your life. Not a pre-told story waiting to be played out.”

When her last question came, his gray orbs drifted from her breast up to her face. His eyes darkened rapidly, turning stormy and nearly black as lust dilated them.

“You do not know how much I want to make you mine,” he growled, his voice deepening further and breaking his normally clear speech into a guttural accent used in their own language. “The urge to mark a mate is nearly irresistible. It is as powerful as lust. As the blood that flows into my loins. To mark you is a second climax. A culmination of a natural progression between united souls.”

Mikael shook his head firmly.

“I cannot make the choice rashly, Emmalyn. My life is not my own. But I want to mark you. It is as strong in me as the urge to fuck you now. And you can feel that, can’t you?”

She positively writhed beneath him, but had enough presence of mind to question herself. It was hard enough for her to grasp that she could love two men at that same time. It had happened so quickly for her. Was it really that hard to believe that she could love a third as well, that he would be the last piece to complete everything? Emmalyn knew she didn’t love him at that moment, but she could see herself falling for him just as she had fallen in love with her mates. Mikael was kind and gentle, so very much like her precious Caleb. He was understanding and easy with her.

“Yes,” she said in answer, though to what she was answering, even she was unsure.

She was beyond rational thinking anymore. Everything was what her body needed and wanted to feel whole. Emmalyn needed him, her body rubbing itself against him, her scent moving all around them. She whimpered with the need she felt deep inside. She gasped as the motions she did against him almost made her climax already.