The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman novel Chapter 95

~Tamia~

I was ecstatic about Avery's news. She beamed so beautifully at the table. I sighed with relief, knowing Avery had finally gotten her wish. Our children would be born around the same time and grow up together.

How much more could we thank the goddess for blessing us so greatly? From unhappy women whose husbands had cheated, to war trophies, then lunas of the most powerful men in our world. We must have done something extraordinary in our past life for the goddess to smile upon us.

There were two great pieces of news. Katya had finally given it up and was getting married, and Avery was expecting. Sylvester and I retired to bed in high spirits.

"I can't believe my brother finally popped the question," Sylvester said, changing into something comfortable to sleep in.

"And to think the woman that brought that out of him was Katya," he added, and I laughed.

"It sounds weird that some of the women in the Harem are virgins, don't you think?" I said, and he laughed and came to sit on the bed.

"Yes. We usually sort them that way to avoid them being molested or abused. Saying they belong in our harem makes them sort of forbidden, but we allow them to mingle and choose a mate if they so desire. It is my way of protecting them," He said, and I had figured that part out already.

"So why did Theo say you do not touch used goods?" I asked him, remembering what Theodore had told us upon our arrival.

Sylvester giggled and pinched the bridge of his nose; eyes shut tight with his face looking up. He was laughing seriously.

"So, that is where that came from," he said and looked at me, still laughing.

"I wondered why you called yourself used goods that night I came to your room. It baffled me. Here I was, thinking I had found someone worthy to be my companion, and you were busy calling yourself used goods.

Theo can be an arsehole like that. He must have said it so no one would get ideas into their heads.

Lunas are usually bold and very experienced. We have had a couple that had tried to seduce their way out of service. They are usually the most cunning of the trophies, and I did not expect less from them," he said, and I laughed.

"You, my dear, did not seem interested at all. None of you seemed interested. Avery looked like she just wanted to have fun, Linda wanted to be left alone, and you were still trying to let go of Leo. An unusual mix, I must say. But it all worked out well." He said and placed his hand on my lower belly; I had a little bump now. It wasn't obvious, but I could feel it with my palm, and he could feel it too.

"I wanted to claim you when we got back today," he said, still touching my lower belly and staring into my eyes. He wasn't smiling anymore; he was serious and looked deeply with need in them.

"Then why did you hold back?" Kaira asked, and I blurted it out.

He caressed my cheek with his thumb resting my face in his palm and staring deep into my eyes.

"Because I want it to be special, green-eyes. I want the moon to bless us twice; I want to do it in the eyes of everyone. I want to claim you for all to see and know there is only one woman in my heart, and she will always be you, Tamia. I do not want to do it in the confines of our bedroom. I want everyone to see it," he said, and it touched my heart.

Blue moon claiming was usually a ceremonial public affair; of course, we will have to do it again in the heat of passion in our bedroom, but the claiming is done under the moonlight in the eyes of all the people invited to create and solidify the bond.

We did not need that because we were fated already, but Sylvester wanted the aesthetics that came with it. I knew it was the romantic aspect that he liked. The vows and promises, the shifting and marking. It was great, and it was something to look forward to.

He moved close to me and kissed me, stirring up a hunger in me.

I returned the kiss hungrily, and I heard a low growl.

It was Knight, and I knew we would do more than kissing. The mate bond was driving both of us crazy.

Taking off my clothes, Sylvester laid me down on the bed and went to work.

He straddled me and bent to suck on my nipples gently, blowing and sucking on them.

"If you move, I will cuff you to the bed, green eyes," he warned me, and I did not know if I should moan or nod.

He grazed his teeth on my skin, moving from my breast to my neck and sucked on where his mark will rest. His mark on my thigh tingled, and I writhed a little.

"That is it," he said, getting up.

I was very wet. He stripped down his clothes entirely and reached for the cuffs he used on me in Vino's mansion, with blindfolds and a feather.

"All that," I said, feeling impatient, and he did not speak.

Sylvester cuffed my hands to each side of the bedpost, tied my legs apart, and covered my eyes with the blindfold. I was nervous and eager at the same time.

"You did a beautiful job today at the hearing and asked the right questions when the alphas came. You deserve a reward, green eyes," he teased me, whispering in my right ear, and I felt my nipples harden.

I felt the feather touch my lips and gently move down.

I felt it between my breasts, and it moved and circled my right nipple. I felt Sylvester's wet mouth on that nipple, sucking it and teasing it with his tongue.

His licks were expert, and I was craving more. Then he left it and circled the feather on the second nipple and did the same to it with his expert mouth, it felt warm and delicious, and I moaned, tugging on my cuffs to touch him, but I couldn't. It made them feel helpless and at his mercy. I knew that was the point, and I loved it.

"You are soaking wet, green eyes," he teased, and I felt his tongue in my belly button.

"Sylvester, please," I pleaded with him.

I did not know what I was begging for, but Kaira wanted more. Not seeing what he was doing was driving me wild.

I felt his thumbs on both my nipples, and it felt good, his thumbs also felt a bit wet, and it gave the tongue effect.

Before I could absorb all the pleasure I was getting, I felt his tongue searching for my clit, and I writhed to guide him to it, but he kept missing it deliberately.

He would tease the tip with his tongue, suck a little and move elsewhere. He did it so many times that I became frustrated.

"Goddess, Sylvester do something," I moaned impatiently and heard him chuckle.

"It is mine, so I will take my time," he teased.