Mountains Vast and a Kingdom So Red

Chapter 108

The board meeting comes to Gerran relaying that Neith will be absent and she just not wish to participate in a military vote. My father drains half his glass of brandy and tells those of us who are seated at the table that will likely not be incurred. Still he shows no prickliness and respect's the minister's choice. I tug at my nails. This is my first meeting and my parents opinions tend to clash with mine. If Leviys were here he would back me up and have a true taste for defense as me. My mother embraces her brother but then they assume their government roles.

"Mikah," she says. "The first task is confiscating your wand."

I bristle. "What? You are not touching my wand."
"Yes we are. We do not trust you with it." She continues. "You contacted Ryder."

"He is my friend!"

"He is in the Armada and your father and I were planning to visit camp and tell the Armada together."

"You must still do that. Ryder has not told anyone. He will not tell anyone."

My father bids me some sympathy. "We believe that is true but you overstepped and we see a reason to separate you from your wand until your logic impedes your emotions."

I almost rattle the table. "I am plenty in touch with logic."

My mother adds that I cannot have my wand because they are afraid I will teleport to the Thewren Mountains.

"Mother, I will not go there."

"Your mate is there. I would not be surprised."

"I know the risk!" I spew back.

"Mikah, you love him. It is far too tempting to go see him. This is not forever. Just a couple of days."

"A couple of days without my wand is cruelty. You dare do that to my wand and sicken it?"

The Queen rolls her eyes. "I am 200 years elder than you. I believe I know more about wands than you do. It will be fine. It will thrum with magic all the same. It will just not channel it."

Levis growls in my ear, his voice reckoning I give them a fuck you. But I let the image of my shifter dissolve and take three deep breaths. "I feel like a sorry youth without my wand."

My father insists that he knows I am an adult and doubles down on the estimate of a couple days. Gerran fails to hide his amusement.

"What if he needs me?" I burst out. "I deserve to be with him if I desire it."

"Write to him, okay dear?" My mother steps toward me and takes my hand. "You have paper and pen. Where is your wand?"

My nostrils flare but I try to play the long game and not the short one. "It is in my boots." I figure I can hand it over later but my mother requests me to grab it now. Once it is in her hands, I watch its full length shrink to a silver rod and I wilt.

Gerran clears his throat. "What do we do about Bedivere's body?"

My father shifts his focus easily. "I sent a letter to Nirminda hoping it reaches his mother and brother."

I argue that his mother and brother are likely defenseless and have no business bargaining with the pantheon. My father explains that he will not send any soldier, Purist or Defender into the Fairie realm for a body.

"Bedivere's soul needs to be at rest."

"Bedivere does not believe in the stones," my mother raises.

"He did not earlier but Urisis gave him a gift. I think he believes and even if he does not there has to be a paradise for him. He has one more week."

My parents remain cold to my pleading. I switch tactics. "What will you send soldiers to do in the Fairie realm?"

Gerran suggests that it is too early to put soldiers on assignment. I argue until I am puffy in the face that it is not. My mother cuts in that we must wait until a declaration of war and I tell her the Fair may not have the decency to declare war. It is obvious we are rushing into ditches, accomplishing nothing. My exasperation peaks. My uncle pats my arm in kindness.

"Perhaps we need an investigation conducted," he shares. "Find out the crucial details."

My mother considers this and she mentions that we factor in their allies. They have pull with the humans and pull with the gnomes. It is not clear where they stand with the sirens, though the sirens and humans were antagonistic fifty years ago. Part of me wishes to volunteer to help with the investigation but another part shuts it down. They will select the proper soldiers and I still have a path to forge before I murder the remaining eight rulers. We conclude her meeting and after I pull away from the table my mother gives me a hug and kisses my forehead.

On the fifteenth, Tess has me assist her in cooking and I do this labor until I feel a tingle in my pussy because of Leviys. My mate mark throbs so I tread upstairs and lock the door of my bedroom. I slip off my lace and see my mark is red. The tingles become so intense that I moan and a heat rushes over my breasts. Usually my mark has a fade to it and a realization surfaces. Leviys must be communicating with me. My shifter's thoughts of me represent a magnet and somehow I feel his arousal. The basis of it; I cannot hear his thoughts, I do not know where he is, if he is a wolf or a man, but I do know my mate is touching himself and I become so so wet I become crazy. Landing on my bed, I wriggle out of my bandeau and cup my breasts, pinching and biting them so I steal an inkling of how my boyfriend makes me feel. My clit becomes excited as I begin to stroke my core and give in to the sensations, not just mine but his. This delicious, wicked bond has me fucking myself and I bend my knees, stomach lowered to the sheets so I can truly play with myself and my orgasms happen on top of each other. I glow and it feels as if he is here, his dick pumps in and out of me and he bites my neck and slaps my ass until he pulls out and begins eating me from behind, licking me where he has not licked before. It feels like cum beads on the arch of my back and I immediately touch it, feeling nothing there. Goodness, he better keep his hands off himself for the rest of the day or I will be...occupied. Enchanted, I say, "I love you, Leviys. I love you. I love you. So much." He cannot hear me but the words contain power and it is a comfort to know the power of my mate.