Ha'ven's Song (28 page)

Arrow grinned and shrugged his shoulder. “As
long as it isn’t the same as what Adalard is having, I think I can
handle it. Now, did someone say food?” He asked with a grin.

Melek chuckled before he and Arrow walked
down the path back to the main rooms. Narissa ignored them. She
knew they would be talking about the shortening list of traitors
soon enough. Her eyes focused on the path that her oldest son and
his mate had taken before she smiled.

“I am finally going to have a grandchild,”
she whispered, happily.

*.*.*

“Ha’ven,” Emma whispered as he laid her in
the middle of his bed.

“I’m going to love you, in our home, in our
bed,” he said quietly. With a wave of his hand, they were both
undressed.

Emma raised her arms and ran her palms over
his shoulders as he leaned over her. Her eyes darkened with desire
as she felt the muscles bulge under her palms. It never ceased to
amaze her that strength in his lean body. Her eyes rose to meet
his. Violet flames stared back at her.

“I want to dance for you,” she
whispered.

Ha’ven groaned and buried his hot lips along
her throat. “Dance… later,” he murmured.

“No, dance… now,” she insisted. “There is a
song I’ve written for you. I want to show you what you have done
for me.”

A shudder ran through his body as he heard
the passionate desire to do something for him. Pulling back, he
rolled until he was laying on his back next to her.

“I’m not sure how long I’ll last,” he warned
her. “Your power and mine are causing havoc inside me right
now.”

Emma chuckled as she leaned over and brushed
a kiss across his lips as her hand ran down over his chest to his
stomach. She loved it when he sucked in his breath as she dipped a
little lower.

“Five minutes. I promise,” she said with a
husky laugh.

Ha’ven watched as she slid out of the bed.
He sat up. With a wave of his hand, additional pillows formed
behind him as he leaned back and crossed his arms. He looked at her
wickedly when her eyes widened as his cock bobbed up and down.

“You are doing that on purpose,” she
accused, watching as his cock grew even harder and thicker as she
watched.

“Four minutes, thirty-eight seconds,” he
growled back.

Emma rolled her eyes before she focused
inward. She was still learning how to control the powers that
Ha’ven said she had. Personally, she thought the powers belonged to
him but she was willing to try. She imagined a sheer white gown
flowing around her. It had thin strands of violet and was
strapless.

She opened her eyes in triumph, her hands
spreading the beautiful sheer material. Her head jerked up when she
heard the low growl that rumbled through the room. Ha’ven’s eyes
were blazing with desire.

“Four minutes,” he bit out hoarsely.

Emma bit her lip wondering if she was being
foolish. With a shake of her head, she focused again. Pulling on
the power inside her, she let the melody in her head float in the
air. As the music played softly, she looked deeply into Ha’ven’s
eyes and sung from her heart and soul.

Her body moved gracefully across the room to
the beat. She sung of hope, discovery and coming back to life.
Ha’ven’s song poured from her soul to his. The colors of her aura
flowed around her making her appear to float as she twirled and
dipped.

Ha’ven’s mouth went dry as the words poured
over him. His heart beat with the rhythm and his own aura rose to
capture hers as she floated by him. His hand rose to brush through
the colors. Warmth and awe filled him as he felt the power held
within it.

He reached out, capturing her hand as she
stepped closer as the words faded. The music continued to play in
the background as he drew her closer. He brushed his free hand over
the sheer gown, making it dissolve as he brought her up against his
chest.

“Times up,” he whispered.

Emma leaned forward, pressing her lips to
his in an explosive kiss. Her hands cupped his face as she pressed
him back against the pillows. She arched into him as his hands
gripped her hips, lifting her up.

“I love you, Ha’ven,” she choked out as she
pressed kisses to his lips. “I love you so much.”

“Emma,
misha petite
,” he groaned out
as pushed his legs apart, causing hers to spread as he slowly
impaled her on his throbbing shaft. “Yes, my mate. Yes.”

Only the music and their broken whispers
filled the air as they came together. The magic of the music, still
flowing from their combined powers, twisted and danced, joining in
an unbreakable bond as Emma and Ha’ven came together again and
again. Caught within the strands was a new glittering gold that
sparkled like diamonds. Aikaterina laughed softly as she sprinkled
a little of her life blood into the mix.

“A special gift for your child,” she
whispered before she faded away leaving the two lovers wrapped in
each others arms.

Five months later

“I told you, she is staying with me of her
own free will,” Ha’ven snarled out. “Why do you need to speak with
her? Don’t you believe me?”

“No!” Four male voices said in unison.

Ha’ven glared at Creon who shrugged his
shoulders and replied. “Not really. You’ve been known to stretch
the truth a time or two.”

“Stretching the truth is not a flat out
lie,” Ha’ven growled back. “I have never flat out lied to you.”

Creon’s eyebrow rose. “It is getting close
to the end of your six months. Each of us have a mate who will
roast our asses if we can’t swear to them that the human female is
safe, sound and with you because she wants to be,” he said sitting
forward. “You know what Carmen is like, Ha’ven. Give me something
to prove to her that the female wants to stay with you or I’m
likely to be sleeping on the couch for the next five hundred years
or more.”

“Cara threatened to leave the girls alone
with me for a week,” Trelon said. “Look at this!” He demanded
holding up a chewed leather boot in one hand. “This is the third
one Jade has chewed through today! I swear her teething is going to
ruin all of my boots.”

“What happened to your hair?” Ha’ven asked
puzzled when he saw Trelon’s closely cut hair. It looked more like
the military cut that Vox and the Sarafin favored.

Zoran leaned forward with a grin. “Between
Amber having a cold and burning off most of it and Jade chewing on
the other half, he didn’t have much choice but to get a
haircut.”

“Yeah, well who was in the dragonhouse
yesterday?” Trelon humorously growled back. “Who lost their kid and
had the whole damn army looking for him? The entire castle heard
Abby ripping into you when you finally admitted you lost
Zohar.”

“It wouldn’t have happened if Paul would
quit teaching the dragonlings how to play tag,” Zoran retort.
“Besides, we found him safe and sound playing with Bálint in the
atrium.”

Ha’ven looked over at Mandra who was sitting
at an angle. He looked at Arrow who had come to support him. He
drew in a deep breath and nodded his head at the huge Valdier
warrior. He needed at least one of the males to support him.

“Mandra, what about you? You trust Ha’ven,
don’t you?” Arrow asked in exasperation.

Ha’ven bit back a surprised chuckle when
Mandra turned his head to glare at Arrow before he turned his gaze
on him. Ha’ven tried to resist asking the huge Valdier warrior what
happened but it was too much. He had never seen anything like the
marks lining the left side of the huge warrior’s face.

“I… I… What the hell happened to you?”
Ha’ven finally asked. “You look like… like…”

“Like a drawing board?” Creon asked.

“Like an Antrox mining grid?” Kelan
snickered.

“Like…” Trelon began before he clamped his
lips tightly together when Mandra shot him a deadly look.

“Ariel thought our son would enjoy learning
to draw,” Mandra growled.

“Unfortunately, he found a laser pen in
Mandra’s pocket,” Creon said.

“No, unfortunately I fell asleep on the
couch after having spent the night up with that damn Pactor who ate
too many Rosenberries and developed colic,” Mandra growled. “Jabir
decided to draw a picture on the side of my face while I was asleep
on the couch.”

“When he was supposed to be babysitting,”
Kelan added. “Cara is working on a device to remove the ink.”

All the men grimaced and looked at Mandra
with a sympathetic look. Ha’ven swallowed as he thought of his own
pregnant mate. He was already terrified about becoming a father.
What if his son or daughter disappeared or got sick or was
teething?

“Ask them if they would change what they
have,” Paul’s deep voice suggested. “I can see it in your eyes. Ask
them.”

Ha’ven looked back at Creon. “How did you
know you would be a good father?” He asked reluctantly.

“We didn’t,” Creon admitted.

“But we wouldn’t change it for anything in
any world,” Trelon replied with a grin. “I love my girls. My life
has never been fuller or more exciting.”

“If it wasn’t for the fact that the ink
makes me itch, I would proudly keep Jabir’s picture,” Mandra
added.

“Zohar was able to elude an entire army
looking for him,” Zoran said proudly. “I would have found him
earlier if I had remembered to call out the safe word Paul gave me
but I forgot.”

Ha’ven breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes
moved to Paul who sat waiting. He turned when Emma walked into the
room holding a large quilt lovingly in her arms.

“Ha’ven, I wanted to show you the quilt my
mother made for my Hope Chest.” Emma froze when she saw the large
viewscreen and all the men sitting around it. She blushed and
started to step back into their living area. “I’m sorry
,
I didn’t know you were busy.”

Ha’ven reached out his hand and pulled Emma
onto his lap. “I am never too busy for you,
misha petite
. I
need for you to assure Creon and his family that you wish to remain
with me here on Ceran-Pax.”

Emma turned when Creon Reykill leaned
forward and began speaking to her. “Emma, I made a promise when we
brought you back from your world that I would protect you. I gave
Ha’ven six months before I would come for you. I will keep my word
to you. If you wish to return to the protection of the Royal House
of Valdier, I can be there within a few days,” he said.

Emma looked at the faces of the men staring
at her. She knew that they would come for her if she asked. Her
eyes lifted as more faces filled the screen. She smiled at each of
them knowing that she had been wrong not to trust them when they
had reached out to her.

She smiled at Cara who was snuggling up to
Trelon. Cara winked and gave her a supportive smile. Each woman who
came in was protectively held by one of the huge, unusual warriors.
She turned back to look at Abby who waited patiently for her.

“I want to stay,” Emma answered softly.

“Are you sure?” Abby asked. “He isn’t
forcing you, is he?”

Emma blushed and covered the hands that
rested on the swell of her stomach. “No, he is not forcing me. I
love him. I want to stay. I’ve found where I belong.”

“Thank goodness,” Abby said with a smile.
“I’m so happy for you, Emma.”

“Have you… have you heard from Sara? How is
she doing?” Emma asked.

“She is doing well,” an older Valdier woman
replied. “Jaguin is watching over her.”

“When he can find her,” Trisha added under
her breath.

Emma was about to ask what Trisha meant when
the door behind them slammed open and loud voices echoed through
the room behind them.

“Who the hell are Niria, Traya, and Doray?”
An angry voice asked. “If I had known you were planning on adding
me to the notches on your bedpost I could have saved you the
trouble! If your brother won’t take me home
,
I’ll find someone else who will.”

Trisha, Carmen and Ariel started to lean
forward but sat back when Paul let out a low snarl of rage.
“Samara?” Paul called out in disbelief.

A small female hurried into the room. She
wiped angrily at the tears dampening her flushed cheeks. She
stopped when she saw the image of her boss on the large screen.

“Mr. Grove?” Samara Stephens whispered. “How
did you get here? I was told you were on a long-term training
mission.”

“Samara, how did you get here?” Paul asked
in a calm, steady voice.

“I…” she started to reply.

“I won her,” Adalard growled out. “She is
mine!”

To be continued in
The Dark Prince’s
Prize
….

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Additional Books:

Abducting Abby
(Dragon Lords of
Valdier: Book 1)

Capturing Cara
(Dragon Lords of
Valdier: Book 2)

Tracking Trisha
(Dragon Lords of
Valdier: Book 3)

Ambushing Ariel
(Dragon Lords of
Valdier: Book 4)