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“I’m going to stay back and fight as long as I can, Huntress. You’re going to get into The Golden City, regardless of whether I’m alive to see
it.”
“I’m not going anywhere without you,” I added. “Not after everything.”
“My heart bows to you and you only, Huntress.”
“My heart is yours, you bastard! You can’t leave me!”
I thought wholly of him.
“Your heart is pure,” she breathed. “His heart is dark, but you have shown him the light. There is something I need from you.”
“You will not understand what you see when you wake up, but you must trust yourself. Yourself, and the boy. Your heart tells the truth, and you must not abandon it. I will see you again, child. Very, very soon.”
“And my heart belongs to you, too, Huntyr Gwenevive.”
“Careful,” he teased, that playful flirt back in his voice. “It’s starting to sound like you care, Huntress.”
“Huntress,” he whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. “You’re crying.”
“Huntress,” he murmured, wrapping his hands around me from behind. “It’s okay.”
Normally, I would have loved to make a comment about how good he looked on his knees,
Nothing was more intimate than this: two war-riddled, broken creatures naked and exhausted, cleaning the blood from their ripped and bruised skin.
meant what I said, Huntress. My heart bows to you and you alone.”
“I don’t want to go back to how life was,” I admitted. “I want to feel again.”
“I need you to know that I wanted this from the first time I saw you kill a vampyre.” He lowered his lips to mine, kissing me softly. “You are strong.” He kissed me again. “You are brave and incredibly difficult at times, but you are worthy of so, so much more, Huntress. You always have been.”
but like I was the most magnificent creature he had ever laid eyes upon.
“Look at me while I devour you,” he muttered as he pulled back. “I want you to remember who gives you this pleasure, Huntress. Me.” He licked me again, slowly and torturously. “Only me.” A whimper of submission escaped me. A warrior on his knees before me, devoting himself to me, adoring me. Only him. It was always only him.
“Tell me you’re mine, Huntress. Tell me you belong to me, and nobody can change that.”
My soul kneels to yours. But in that moment—as Wolf roared in release along with me—my soul did not just kneel. It bowed.
