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“She belongs to me,” he snarled at Wolfe, his fingers biting into my ribs as he crushed me against him. “Lay a hand on her and I will tear it clean from your body, General. You do not have permission to touch her.”
“Please,” he growled, the word about as far from begging as he could get.
“Perhaps you’re the one who needs a good fuck, drakaina hjarta, you harbour a lot of anger in your soul.”
My thrashing heart slowed a little at the utter contempt which was written into his features. I mean, fuck him for not wanting my womb, but also good, because he couldn’t fucking have it.
And if you think I would lie about the ways of my people simply to fuck you, then you are utterly deluded. If I wanted to fuck you, I could have you begging beneath me within the hour.”
“The fates guided you to my door, drakaina hjarta. I won’t let them call you from me so easily.”
“Ask me to take that pretty mouth of yours and quiet the lashing of your tongue.”
“Right now?” He prowled toward me, and I inhaled a shaken breath at the carnality to his expression. “They end with you.”