Page 14 of Forgotten Arcane (Broken Ashes #6)

Neith

H e gets up and hands a small pile of things to Coen.

Coen takes it from him and asks curiously, “What’s all this?”

“That is your badge that officially puts you on our team, and your bank card, that Ty loaded with everything that you should have been paid, but that Kylen stole from you,” Doc explains.

Coen’s expression is full of shock and happiness. “Wow, thank you. It could have waited.”

Doc’s voice is firm as he replies, “No, it really couldn’t.”

“Thank you,” Coen says again.

My heart melts. I don’t know what happened, but there was obviously a conversation had, where Coen told Doc that he had no access to his well-earned money, and we all know that he only has one bag of stuff, so Doc fixed that.

These men are fucking amazing, and I find myself incredibly grateful that I found my way to them.

They continue to surprise me, in the best kinds of ways.

Doc nods and then moves to sit back where he was, but before he can, I grab his hand. River throws a pillow on the floor next to him and pats it. Doc grins as he sits down between my legs, and my fingers immediately find their way into his hair, as I start playing with it, he immediately relaxes.

“Oh, Ty said that he’s dealing with Jamie and Rupert. I told him what you told us about Fetrick. He said that if there’s anything that you want to tell him, give him a message, and he’ll deal with it.”

Coen nods, “Yeah, I can do that. I might just need to borrow someone’s phone.”

I nod, I’m not going to ask. I’m pretty sure that we can just assume by this point that Kylen didn’t let him have one.

“You can use mine,” I offer.

“I’ve got spares,” Griff says. “They’re brand new, so you can have one of those.”

Reed chuckles, “He brought them when Neith broke her phone within twenty-four hours of owning it, and it became apparent that it might be a regular thing.”

My mouth drops open, “No way.”

The guys all burst out laughing at my shocked expression.

Griff smiles smugly, “I decided that it was probably a good idea.”

“He’s right,” Coen agrees. “The number of phones that you launch through walls when they try to wake you up in the morning is pretty high.”

“You launch phones through the wall?” River asks, looking amused.

I wince, “Yeah, but I fixed that problem. I don’t put my phone within reach of me while I sleep anymore.”

The guys once again laugh, as I grin proudly.

“I guess I should do some shopping,” Coen states, looking down at his card.

I grin, “Don’t worry, you can just get everything delivered here. You don’t actually have to go to the store.”

“Thank fuck for that,” Coen grins.

“Don’t forget to get some stuff for your room too,” Doc reminds him. “This is probably the only chance that you’re going to get to decorate.”

“Doc’s right,” Griff says. “As soon as we go back to work, we’re going to be really busy, it’s just how it is.”

Coen nods, “Yeah. I don’t really know where to start with my room.”

“Just fill it with stuff that you like,” I suggest.

He smirks, “Good idea. Hey Love, want to move into my room?”

I burst out laughing along with the guys.

“Smooth, man,” River teases.

Coen shrugs, his smile huge. “It was worth a shot.”

“Don’t forget that you can get your stuff from the keep as well,” Reed reminds him.

Coen shakes his head and grimaces, “I don’t think that would be a good idea right now. If I turn up there, then Draith is going to have to bring me in immediately, rather than delaying it for as long as he can.”

“Oh shit yeah,” Reed replies. “I’d completely forgotten about that.”

“It’s okay. I’ve made it this long without my hoard, a few more weeks isn’t going to kill me,” Coen replies with a shrug.

“We’ll figure it out,” Evander promises.

Coen nods, “I know. Let’s just eat and enjoy being all together for the first time in fucking years.”

“I second that,” I grin. I nudge Coen with my shoulder, “And if you need help with your room, I’m happy to help. Although I’m not exactly great at interior design, so you might regret that.”

Coen grins, “I’d love your help.”

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After that, we spent as long as our exhaustion would allow us together and just enjoyed being home, but it wasn’t long until I couldn’t stop yawning and my yawns set everyone off.

We all dispersed to go to bed.

I could barely keep my eyes open coming up the stairs and nearly walked straight into my door because of it, but now that I’m in bed and laying staring at the ceiling, sleep won’t come to me and I’m beginning to get worried that the memories that the Choosing reminded me of will appear with a vengeance as soon as I go sleep.

I’m so fucking happy to be in my bed, in my room, but I’m fucking lonely. Just as I’m about to get up to go and find out if one of the guys is still awake, a knock sounds at my door.

Thank fuck.

“Yeah?” I call out. My heart soars as Coen walks into my room, wearing only the pair of pyjama pants that he was wearing at dinner.

“Want some company, Love?” he asks me with a knowing look in his eyes.

Coen knows better than anyone how much I struggle with nightmares after I’ve been triggered in such a big way.

“Fuck yes, I was just about to come and find someone,” I reply honestly, knowing that he doesn’t mind, and that he knows how I feel about all of the others.

Coen smiles as he strides over to the bed.

I flip open the covers, silently thanking past me for deciding to go to bed in underwear and not some of my more frumpy pyjamas, not that Coen would care either way.

Coen stops, his eyes dragging over my almost naked body, and leaving a searing path of heat in their wake.

Realization lights in his eyes, and a heated smirk tips his lips, “You’re a supernatural.”

I grin, “Yep.”

Coen growls, stripping off his pyjama pants to reveal that he is completely naked underneath.

His dick standing to attention. My thighs clench.

We’ve fooled around before, with Dimitri as well and just us, but it’s always been mostly focused on me, and although I’ve gotten to play too, and Coen always made sure that I got the most mind-blowing orgasm, I was always left wanting more.

“Come here,” I order, my eyes greedily taking in the dips and grooves of his well-defined body.

My tongue has traced the majority of his tattoos, but I didn’t get to study his new one, the one that he got for me.

As he reaches for me, I pull him down and roll on top of him, so my legs are straddling his hips.

I’m aware that the only reason why I was able to maneuver him like that is because he’s allowing me to.

His hands flex on my hips as his eyes blaze with heat.

A low rumble builds in his chest, and the vibrations of it underneath me cause my pussy to clench, and I grind down on him, making his hands grip my hips harder as he inhales sharply.

I want him inside me, but first, there’s something else that I want to do.

I lean forward and trace my tongue over the new tattoo, my breasts pressing against his chest, and creating a delicious friction that sends zings of pleasure through my nerve endings.

I move my hips, his dick perfectly positioned so that when I move it creates the perfect amount of pressure against my clit, and adds to those sparks of pleasure that are dancing through me and heightening my need.

The sound of Coen’s groan spurs me on, and as his hands move to grip my ass tightly. I bite down, right over the tattoo.

He has me flipped over and on my back in seconds, my underwear sliced and falling off me.

I grin proudly up at him, and his smile makes my heart skip a beat.

His lips meet mine in a searing kiss, as my arms wrap around him, my fingers digging into his back, and applying just the amount of pressure that I know he likes.

His dick nudges my entrance, and I lift my hips trying to encourage him.

He smirks against my lips, before he trails kisses down my neck.

I can’t help but make a sound of protest as his dick moves away from where I want him.

His mouth closes around my nipple, his tongue swirling around the peak before he sucks it into his mouth, causing my back to arch off the bed as my hands thread through his hair, gripping tightly as I let out a moan.

As he moves to give my other nipple some attention, I use my grip on his hair to pull his head up, and he looks at me curiously.

“I have waited far too fucking long to have you inside me,” I tell him honestly, my voice full of need.

His eyes flare with heat, switching to his dragon’s and back again, “Fuck.”

He moves up my body, his dick nudging my entrance as his lips meet mine, he slowly moves inch by inch, until I can’t take it anymore and I lift my hips, sheathing him inside me and making us both moan with pleasure.

Fucking hell.

He begins to move, and my hips meet his thrust for thrust as my nails dig into his back, and his fingers pluck at one of my nipples.

I am so fucking turned on, he lifts my hips as he thrusts into me, hitting the perfect spot.

At an angle that I’ve never felt before, and one that makes me let out a cry of pleasure.

Still thrusting, he lifts me up completely so we’re both sitting, and I grind down, rocking my hips. My head tips back as the new angle allows him to go even deeper, and creates the perfect amount of friction on my clit.

Coen holds me up, as his lips trail down my throat and he takes my nipple in his mouth, I cry out again, as I rock my hips faster, causing Coen to growl around my nipple, and sending my need to new heights.

My orgasm doesn’t build slowly, I don’t have to chase it.

Nope, it crashes over me suddenly.

Wave after wave of pleasure consumes me as I call out my release. Coen speeds up, prolonging my orgasm and reaching his own release with a growl. He continues to slowly move as he kisses me gently, and then pulls away.

“When the fuck did you put that on?” I ask as he gets rid of the condom.