Grace Goodwin - Ascension Saga - 8

Not that I wanted to do that. The only man I was currently interested in having in my bed was a chest-pounding, overly protective Aleran. And I had no idea how we were going to come to terms. Or if we would.

Captain Turaya bowed slightly to me, looking over Nix’s shoulder. “Princess Destiny, Captain Nix. Princess Trinity requests your immediate presence in the main salon.”

I pushed at Nix, trying to get to the door, but he blocked me in a stop short motion of his arm, so I ducked under. “Why?”

Nix’s hands settled on my shoulders.

“You have received another notice from Elder Cleric Amandine. The meeting location has moved. And the names of several attendees have been included in the missive.”

“She knows who the traitors are?” I asked, excitement pounding through my body like electricity. Finally, I could go kick someone’s ass.

He shook his head. “Only Princess Trinity has read the note. She awaits your arrival.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Nix’s hand lowered to rest at the base of my spine, and I wasn’t sure if it was meant to offer support or remind me that I wasn’t allowed to leave him behind again.

The first would be fantastic, but I was pretty sure it was the second.

“We will be there as soon as possible,” Nix told him.

Captain Turaya nodded and turned to leave. Nix closed the door and went to the S-Gen machine on the wall.

“Nix,” I said, not sure what to say. He wanted to control my life. I loved the sex, but I didn’t want forever with a man who would try to keep me in a bubble. I needed to be able to fight. To protect my sisters. To do… something.

Being a pampered princess mated to a guard who protected them—and me—wasn’t the same thing at all.

“Go, Destiny.” He cocked his head toward the bathroom. “Take a shower.”

“What about you?” I asked. We were both a hot mess. His seed slipped from me and down my thighs even now.

“I will wait until you are done. If I join you, we will keep your sister waiting.” The growl in his voice made my body burn, and so did the way his cock was aimed straight for me, but he was right. Duty called. We had to save the world.

Then we could figure out what the hell we would do about… us.

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