Chapter 63 - Suck on her chocolates

HADRIAN

There are three people in my life that I trust their advice on. Gaius, because his advice is sage and drawn from a long life of experiences. Cecile, because she gives it straight and without pretenses. And Emma, because all the words coming out of her mouth captivate me and she has proven herself highly intelligent.

Two of those people currently sit in front of me with confusion.

The recent events are putting a strain on my mate. She worries about many things that are out of her hands or are still a mystery to us. I know she worries about her mother and the many girls in danger. I have hope that we’ll find a solution to all our problems, but first I need her to wind down for a moment and heal. Her well-being is more important to me.

We’re sitting outside the Golden Dawn where I went to find my uncle for his sage advice. Cecile was there, so I figured her blunt advice could give me some ideas.

“You should get her flowers, Miss Emma enjoys nature,” Gaius says and picks up the porcelain cup of his drink.

“Or go down on her flower, if you know what I mean.” Cecile cackles as she pokes her elbow in my direction.

*Or not.*

“Cecile.” I groan and move my hand down my face. I would love to go to Emma right now and spend the rest of the afternoon with her thighs around my neck until every muscle is relaxed. But Emma wants more than just sex, she needs a thing.

Cecile lifts her shoulders. “What? That usually works for me.”

It usually does for me too, but Emma is different. She deserves more than my tongue in every crevice I can find.

Gaius has a pondering look as if he’s seriously thinking about what Cecile suggested. “Chocolate, a girl can’t refuse a box of chocolates.”

Cecile nods her head in agreement. “Yeah, suck on her chocolates.”

I narrow my eyes at the annoying chef. The memories of Emma’s tits already have me walking around with a semi all day. “She wants us to have a thing. Something unique.”

“I got no clue, Spice,” Cecile says with a shrug of her shoulders.

Baccus takes a swig of his ale. “You should take her on a date, that’s what humans do.”

I furrow my brows. “A date?”

Baccus is not just a cook at the Golden Dawn. There is more than meets the eye. He has many connections with the human world and regularly visits there to get things that we don’t have in the kingdom.

“Humans don’t have mates, they engross themselves in social engagements until they decide that they love each other or something like that,” Baccus grumbles.

I’ve never heard Baccus talk more than two words in one breath. The man with his stern demeanor is usually grumbling. Baccus gets up from his seat with a groan and moves to the kitchen.

*“A date.”*

*“It just sounds like a point in time to me.”* Nero says.

Baccus comes back with a paper bag and hands it to me. “You could make her popcorn, humans seem to like those.”

I open the bag and it’s filled with dried corn kernels.

Baccus sits back down with a grunt and points his bottle of ale to the palace. “And you got a pretty nice roof up there. There’s a meteor shower tonight.”

I’m baffled for a moment and then eye my uncle and Cecile with a hint of disappointment. I expected more from them.

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I look at the small heap of kernels at the bottom of the bowl. Baccus said to add butter and salt to make it better. I pick one of the kernels and they are tiny and hard.

“They are too hard for her,” I grumble.

“Like you?” Cecile asks.

I growl at the chef, who is sitting on top of the granite counter in her kitchen.

She holds up her hands in defense. “All right, I’ll stop.” She still has a smirk on her face. “But, you know she’s a little blue in down there as well.”

I throw the kernel back in the bowl. “Why are you meddling in my sex life?”

“Because *Your Highness…”* She says in a mock tone and gets off the counter. “I care about the both of you and I don’t like seeing Emma depressed. You don’t think she noticed that you pulled away from her?”

I grip the edge of the granite. I don’t like hearing about my mate being unhappy. “She needed to heal.”

“And she’s going to see that as rejection,” Cecile says as she walks up to the fridge.

The smell of vanilla, custard and lemongrass wafts through the room and for a moment I’m confused.

Cecile cuts off a piece of a layered cake and places a slice in front of me. “What do you think?”

The cake has three layers. It’s simple without any decorations. The scent reminds me of my mate.

“What’s this?”

“This is going to be the cake for your birthday. I want your opinion.” She says with a shrug.

I take a bite and the cake is soft and moist. It melts on my tongue and the flavors of vanilla and the hint of lemongrass explode in my mouth. The custard is light and creamy. Just like when I sucked off the custard from my mate's fingers.

“You're not serving that to others,” I growl. My possessiveness burns hot in my chest.

Cecile pats herself on the shoulder with a grin. “Good job Cecile.”

I finish off every bit of the cake and I refrain from licking down the plate. “You’re a menace.”

“Yeah, it’s a gift.” She lifts her shoulders. “Have you told Shortcake about the gala?”

My birthday is in two days and it’s customary that there will be a gala in the palace. For the past three years, I’ve skipped the gala altogether. Nobody really cares about my birthday. It’s just another occasion for people to show off what they have or gain what they don’t have.

“It hasn’t come up yet,” I grumble.

“You know she’s going to be mad if you hide it from her.”

The idea of Emma losing it has me equally worried as eager. It’s a disturbing thought. “I know.”

“You know what?” The melodic voice of my mate bounces softly off the walls as she comes near. Her scent overshadows the one of the cake. Hers is so much more deep, layered and intoxicating.

Her hair is loose and it falls in waves down her back. Emma eyes the cake with a joyish luster. She leans against the counter three feet away from me. My instinct doesn’t allow for the distance and I automatically move towards her. I move an arm around her until her shoulder blades touch my torso.

She’s part of me.

She looks up at me for a second and a slight flush starts on her cheeks before she looks away. “That looks good, can I have some?”

“Sure, Shortcake.” Cecile hands her a piece of her own and sends me a knowing smirk. A rash burns on my neck and I rub it as I look down to watch Emma closely.

Her lips wrap around a piece of cake and she slowly slides the fork down her plushy lips. I watch her eat like a fucking pervert and my dick swells. I’m so fucking horny for her.

“Hmmm, that’s so good.” She moans.

I wrap my hand around her throat and angle her head to me. “Can I have a bite?” I don’t wait for an answer and lean down and consume her. I suck on her bottom lip and I deepen the kiss. I suck the remnants of cake from her tongue. She moans and my hand slides down her stomach. I can feel the contraction of her muscles in her abdomen.

Is Cecile right? Is she feeling a little deprived as well? I fear going too hard on her, but maybe that's want she wants.

I slip my hand under her shirt, over the soft line of her stomach and down to the hem of her jeans. Her body is soft under my touch. I can bend her how I want to. She’s trapped in my arms and she shivers. *Would she already be wet?*

“If I catch you fucking in my kitchen, hell is going to break loose, you hear me.” Cecile booms.

I growl and slowly untangle myself from my mate. I notice the deep red bloom on her cheeks. She’s so easily embarrassed and most of the time I really like to see the flush of her skin, but I wish she would ask for what she wants.

I can hear my balls screaming at me to shut up and just take her back to our rooms *right now* and sink my dick deep between her legs. I’ll take her on that date after she screams out my name and I lose my load inside her. *Yeah that sounds like a better plan.*

“What are you making?” Emma asks and she clears her throat from the gravel in her voice.

I eye the forgotten kernels in the bowl with a frown as I try to remember the name. “Popcorns.”

Emma giggles and it tickles my eardrums.

“Popcorn, silly. And you need to pop them first.”

“Pop them?”

Emma moves away from me to get a copper pan and pours in a ridiculous amount of oil and places it on the stove. She turns on the heat and pours the kernels in the pan. She closes the lid and watches it through the glass.

She flinches when something gives a loud pop and I move to her in a blur. I pull her away from the danger and every cell in my body is on edge and looking for the threat. Emma giggles more and has her eyes still on the pan. More loud pops sound through the kitchen and they come from the pan. My body relaxes when I determine that there is no danger and Emma continues to giggle.

Her innocence shines bright and the need to ruin her feels undeniable. Am I going to be the downfall of her purity? The dark fantasies don’t simmer, they only grow. Is this where this ends, with me defiling her with my darkness?

I need her. It’s the only thing I can fucking think about.