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He was enamored with the human. Though he’d forced himself to remain in the shadows for the past two days, he’d given up trying to keep away from her. He liked watching her. He craved it. It calmed something in him.
A dam keeping her interest in him innocent—objective, even—had burst. Now she couldn’t stop the butterflies flapping around her stomach every time someone mentioned his name. She had a fucking crush on her alien abductor. How absurd.
He didn’t want her to come speak to him because he so desperately wanted her to come speak to him.
Sikthand’s mind raced back to Sophia in the Guild chamber. So confident, and brave, and beautiful, staring him down with fire in her eyes just like every queen he’d ever met.
“No. I don’t bend.” Sikthand’s eyes drifted to the mirror. Truth rose like acid in his throat. “But I could break for her.”
He was staring straight at her, and she had a sinking feeling she was about to be embarrassed. “The human”—his venomous glare landed on Drabik—“is mine.”
He hadn’t claimed her in an aloof way. It’d been a possessive piss on what’s mine so no one else touches it kind of way.
This terrifying warrior king would be her husband, and she was going to figure out a way to make it work.
“You don’t want to get married, so you’ve been trying to scare me off with your huffing and puffing. But really, you like me.”
Sikthand, the king harder than askait, trembled.
“This is a temporary fascination, human,” he hissed. “You are but a Season. Calamitous, powerful, consuming. But like the rains, you too will pass.” He dropped her chin and straightened to his full height, towering over her, not revealing the crippling ache constricting his stomach. “I need only weather you.”
“We only notice the day because there is night. We’re only truly quenched by water after thirst sets in.
He deserved to find some joy too. Well, his joy was watching her, and it was the only joy he’d permit himself.
I’ve memorized it all so I know exactly where to find you when the pressure in my chest threatens to crush me.
He was in trouble. Sophia was under his skin more permanently than his askait ink.
“No need to be sorry. You’ve just allowed me to vent my frustration. It’s hard to hate the world when I have a keening female writhing underhand.”
“I mean, allowing a sexy alien king to finger fuck me in a library will be difficult, but I can soldier through if it helps you, my king.”
Fuck a duck. Heat seeped through her insides. She was going to get into the king’s pants tonight if it was the last thing she ever did.
His cock was just as beautiful and devastating as the rest of him. Enormous and ridged.
The king’s dick was fucking ribbed. She nearly moaned.
By the time she felt his tail snaking around her neck, she was trembling all over, her hips torturously rocking against nothing. “Swallow me deep, wife. I want to feel the grip of your throat.”
He’d fallen in love with his future wife. He was the biggest fool of them all.
She was falling for the king. If she was honest with herself, she’d already fallen for him.
If she was right, it meant he’d been watching her all along, spying, invading one of the only places she’d thought she could be alone. But she couldn’t seem to feel anything less than heart-wrenching love.
He couldn’t fight anymore. She was inevitable. If he’d ever had any power, it was hers now. He was hers now.
This alien king—her mate—would slit anyone’s throat if they threatened her.
