You agreed to go slow. No sex until you trust him again. Okay. Okay you can deal with that. Barely. You’re lonely at Basgiath without him, without Xaden. Without calloused hands holding your waist, skimming the small of your back, or cupping your neck to tilt your head back and kiss you deeper-

Focus.

Your bed is cold, and your sleep is scarce, from keeping up with lessons, training, manoeuvres with Tairn and manifesting your signet of lightning wielding even more, you’re exhausted 24/7.

The eight hour flight to Samara did not do wonders on your already weary body, aching after what feels like forever in the saddle, and Tairn grumbling about a week away from Sgaeyl.

You managed to nod off for a few hours and Tairn woke you hastily to inform you of your descent. The moment you landed, Tairns’ wingbeats in the air are the only sign of him going to find his mate. You look around and find Xaden heading towards you. He speaks in your mind. ‘Kiss me.’

And by Malek, do you kiss him. Arms familiarly slip around his neck and around your hips, calloused hands squeeze your ass, and your own tug gently at his hair. Lips moving in sync and tongues twirling and turning. A throat clears. “Really? Right in front of me?” Your brother, Brennan sighs.

“Believe me, this is tame for them.” Mira, your sister, sighs.