Page 11 of Stormbinder King (Stormbinder Pack #1)

“ W hat did my brother want?” Jack asked later that night, as I prepared his evening tea, crushing the fragrant herbs between my fingers.

It was such a simple ritual, but it was the only thing that made me feel a little bit useful and have a place in the Pack.

Mint, lemon, and rosemary made a lovely combination, and I balanced a few of tart cookies beside his cup as I walked it over.

I loved our evenings together before bed, the lights of the other treehouses flickering outside our window with a comforting glow. At night, the humidity would break and the dark treetops would glimmer in the silvery night sky.

Then I’d sit on his lap or curl in beside him as he’d sharpen knives or carve intricate designs into wood.

Tonight my mate looked up at me, his hands resting on his powerful thighs as he sprawled out lazily in the chair.

“He didn’t like what we did at dinner,” I muttered resentfully.

After all, what was it to Symeon where I sucked his brother’s dick?

“Why does he dislike me so much?” I asked plaintively.

“He’s an asshole,” Jack answered lazily. “He doesn’t like new people. Did he say anything in particular to you?”

My jaw ached where the king had gripped it. It was too embarrassing to share what he had said. What if Jack agreed with him?

“N-no,” I said. “Nothing in particular.”

“Did he touch you anywhere?”

“J-just my arm,” I said.

Jack grinned, taking a sip of the tea.

My god, how I loved him.

“Did it seem like that hurt him?”

“Yes,” I said, happy to finally have a little bit of power, even though it was Jack’s spell and not mine. “But he did it anyways.”

“Clever girl,” Jack said, even though I hadn’t done anything to deserve this praise. I felt a shiver go through my body at the words, my protective tattoo feeling tight against my skin.

I was so lucky be bound by this man, to know the protective spell was under my skin, buried deep in my blood, so any other man couldn’t touch me without pain.

The night wind ruffled Jack’s blonde hair and there was a glint in his eyes.

“Ride me, Andromeda,” he commanded, and I climbed on his lap, leaning forward to kiss him. He put firm hands on my hips and impaled me on his hard length.

I began to grind back and forth, putting both hands on his shoulders so I could lean back and take him deeper and harder.

Jack’s breathing came faster and he ran one hand up to cup my breast, gently tweak the nipple with a finger.

I rode Jack as the pressure built and twisted in my belly.

“Shit,” he said, his eyes greedily drinking in how my hips ground over his cock.

“You’re all mine to do what I want with. What a good, obedient girl.”

I took all of him and he came with an oath, filling me up in the dark.

There was no reason to be afraid with my mate beside me.