Bound by Forever (True Immortality 3)

It took three weeks for Kiyo to believe Niamh when she said Astra had no idea where they were. Bran had contacted them to confirm that they were safe. The East Asian Council was investigating the Yamamoto Coven for the attack against Pack Iryoku and seemed pretty happy to lay the blame at their door since there was a long history between the magic users and the wolves. There was evidence of strained relations over the past twenty years since Sakura took over as alpha, including the murder of a high-ranking coven member. The attacks had been ruled to be the consequences of a secret cold war. The coven would pay for the crimes despite their protestation of innocence.

Tokyo was slowly recovering from the devastation. Human governments publicly investigated terrorist organizations while those in the know about the supernatural world grew more ruthless in recruiting supes to their secret armies. If the supernatural world was beginning to cause devastation in the human world, they wanted to be prepared if war was coming.

It felt like the world was changing beneath most humans’ very noses.

Kiyo hurt for Tokyo, but he didn’t like to talk about it with Niamh. She already blamed herself for it. Instead, he’d distracted her with explorations of Phuket with its stunning beaches, aqua waters, and amazing food. And there was the sex. They’d indulged in a lot of sex this past month.

However, the restlessness he felt within himself, he also sensed in Niamh.

They were waiting for Niamh to have a vision. Something that would tell them what their next move should be.

So far she’d been visionless. Not that Kiyo minded. He hated witnessing her experience a vision. But it was driving his mate insane with frustration.

She sighed beside him. “As beautiful as it is here, I think we should leave.”

“And go where?”

“Maybe the US.”

“Why there?”

“It’s where Elijah is.”

“The last of the fae-borne?”

Niamh nodded.

As restless as he was, Kiyo replied, “You’re safe here. No one but the people we trust know we’re here. And it’s not exactly a crappy view.” He gestured the stunning blue sky beyond the tops of the trees.

“I know.” But she sighed heavily again.

“Those are big sighs, Komorebi.”

Niamh pushed up off him, her palm pressed to his chest. “I can sense your restlessness, too, Kiyo. This place isn’t exactly full-moon friendly.”

She referred to the fact that he’d been relegated to a small section of the jungle to run in during the full moon. There were too many tourists in nearby resorts for it to be safe for him to venture any farther. It wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t bear.

“This isn’t the life you’re used to. You’re not used to hiding from anybody and … I don’t want you to come to resent me.”

Her worries baffled him. Hauling her across his body so she straddled him, he plucked at the ties on her bikini top as he growled, “I can’t listen when you talk nonsense at me.”

Grabbing her bikini to stop it from falling away from her breasts, Niamh’s expression turned mulish. “I’m not talking nonsense.”

Kiyo pulled at the ties at her hips holding the bikini bottoms on.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake,” she huffed, but he could feel her mood changing to meet his. “We’re in the middle of a conversation.”

“Well, I feel bad after my shitty dream and I need my mate to make me feel better.”

Her eyes narrowed but she dropped her hands, letting the bikini fall away. Her nipples pebbled even in the thick, warm air of the bedroom. “You’re a manipulative bastard, Kiyo-chan.”

He launched upward to drag a delicious nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard until she rocked into him. Releasing her, he kissed his way up to her mouth and whispered against her lips, “I will never resent you. All that matters is keeping you safe. If you want to leave, we’ll leave. But I want a few orgasms out of you first.”

Kiyo pulled away the sheet that acted as a barrier between them and then flipped her onto her back. He crawled down her body, spread her thighs, and nuzzled into her sex to make good on his promise.

Later, after she’d returned the favor and made his eyes roll back into his fucking head, they laid sprawled across the bed, staring at the mosquito netting they never needed to use because mosquitos apparently hated supes.

“What do you want to do today?” Kiyo asked lazily.

Niamh pushed off him and gave a sexy, sweet smile. “I’m going to go for another swim and then maybe we can eat at that place I like on the beach.”

He nodded, feeling replete from their fooling around but unsettled by the uncertainty he still sensed in her. Leaning up on an elbow, he watched her strut outside, her bikini magically back in place, and he wished he knew what the next right move was.