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“Know this, soldier,” I said, noting the dark rumble of the dragon in my voice. “If she isn’t yours, don’t touch her.” I squatted down and spoke low, “And if you ever touch mine again, I’ll rip your spine from your body where you stand.”
There’s no shame in doing whatever you have to in order to survive, my sweet girl.”
“Because she rules her king’s heart. He will do anything for her. Therefore, supreme power is always in her hands. Not his.”
“You’re beautiful.” Julian’s voice startled me again. Blushing and smiling at the ridiculousness of his compliment at a time like this, I said, “Hush. You need your strength.” “You are my strength.” His voice was deep and raspy, his breathing labored from the fever.
“Gods! You’re bleeding.” “I believe a suture or two popped while we were … engaged.” “Julian! Why didn’t you stop?” He frowned. “Not on my life. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.” I pulled the linen down gently, trying not to hurt him further. “Only a man would rather bleed to death than end his pleasure.” “It was your pleasure I wasn’t willing to end.”
“Tell me what he was talking about, Malina.” “You don’t have to worry.” He reached out and wrapped his fingers around my forearm. When I winced, he instantly dropped Volkan’s reins and lifted my arm gently in his fingers, bending his head closer. Purplish bruises already marked the underside of my arm. “Who?” His voice was rough and dark.
“I may burn in Tartarus for all the evils I’ve done.” His large hand mounded one of my breasts, squeezing till I whimpered with pleasure. “But by the gods, I’ll fuck my mate before I’m sent there.”
Only taking her back to a lair where I could keep her safe would abate the beast. If she was hurt before I could I free her, I’d set the world on fire and gladly watch it burn.
