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All my fears momentarily disappeared as his tongue danced inside my mouth. His hands caressed my curves in a possessive hold as a moan escaped his lips. The head of his cock brushed against my lower stomach, already hardening.
“I need you, Daxton,” I said, my voice quivering.
I needed him to whisk me away and make me forget, stealing a moment dedicated to only us.
“Please.”
“As you command, my alphaqueen.”
Chapter Sixty
Skylar Cathal
The morning arrived all too soon.
I bit my swollen lip, trying to remain focused on our task at hand as the memories of what Daxton and I shared last night flashed inside my mind. My cheeks flushed crimson as I glanced his way, admiring the sight of him from across the room.
Our combined scent filled the space, embodying a raging bonfire atop an icy snowcapped mountain.
Daxton and I dressed, donning our armor and preparing for whatever challenges the wilt or the final trek to the Heart of Valdor held. I was just about to clasp the final straps of the armor of Aegis over my fighting leathers when Daxton stopped me.
“Wait,” he said, raising his hand to my shoulder, “you’ve earned this.”
His magic caressed my single mountain peak, granting me a second and then… a third.
“Dax,” I stammered, “I haven’t won a victory yet. I haven’t brought honor to—”
“You have, Skylar Cathal,” Daxton said in a voice that would not be challenged. “You’ve won all three trials,and you honor Silver Meadows by wearing these peaks on your shoulder as you unlock the Heart of Valdor.”
I glanced at his hand as he lifted his palm to reveal the three silver mountain peaks. A deep sense of gratitude flowed through me, with pride beaming in Daxton’s eyes that forced me to swallow any words of protest I dared to speak.
“I’ll make you proud, Dax,” I declared.
“You already have, my mate,” he answered as he bent to kiss me. “In more ways than you know.”
“I’m deeply honored by this,” I said, tracing my fingers over the silver thread, knowing how much it meant to him and his people to carry this mark.
“Are you ready?” he asked, those three words carrying the weight of our entire world with them.
Gazing into Daxton’s eyes, I gave him a firm nod. I was ready. My animal hummed in my center, sending a warmth through my middle and throughout my limbs that granted me comfort. Reminding me that we were in this together.
I fastened the remaining armor pieces before strapping my bow across my chest with the alpha’s dagger secured along my back. “Let’s go.”
“Wait, please. Don’t leave,” Shaw said in angst as Daxton and I approached the paddock. “We need to talk. You can’t just disappear and ignore this.”
Hearing the urgency and pleading sound of Shaw’s voice made me uneasy, and I rushed ahead to investigate.
“Watch me,” Zola said with crossed arms as she turned and stepped into the shadows cast along the wall of the paddock.
“Zola,” Daxton hollered, reaching my side.
His eyes dashed between her and Shaw. His brows pinched with the same confused expression mirrored in mine.
“Daxton,” Zola said with a low growl, her eyes cast down and away. “I’m jumping ahead to camp. Is there any objection to my early departure?” Her gaze snapped open to meet my mate’s, refusing to glance in Shaw’s direction or acknowledge his presence.
She might have asked permission, but even I knew it was only a courtesy.
“You may go,” Daxton said, giving her a nod. “Inform Gunnar and Castor we’ll be arriving just after midday.”
