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“You have a very dangerous gift, Maevyth. Were you anyone else, you’d be considered a threat, and I eliminate threats without question.”
He lurched toward me, clamped his hand around my nape, and crushed his lips to mine.
“You are a fucking torment, Lunamiszka
“Did I …. Did I do something wrong?” “I need you to leave. Now.” “Not until you tell me if I did something wrong.” “You did nothing wrong. Now, go.”
Without power, they live in poverty.”
“His name is Raivox. He hatched in my bedroom back home.”
“But Dolion tells me you hatched the egg.” My mind puzzled over when I would’ve told him that, or how he might’ve known. In all our interactions, I couldn’t recall having mentioned the Corvugon egg. “I did.”
“We don’t choose our mates, so they could be a man, a woman …. Sometimes, if two are bonded and one dies, they might bond again with the opposite sex.” “You have mates?”
“Yes. It is a very strong bond.” “How do you know who your mate is?” “You don’t until you kiss them. Or so I’ve been told.”
“You so much as breathe across her neck, and I will take pleasure in skewering your skull before I set it aflame.”
Take her. She belongs to no one else.
“Fuck!” Warm jets of cum sprang forth, coating the top of his hand. Pulse after pulse had him clenching his teeth with how fucking good it felt. Without so much as a single stroke of his flesh. It’d been years since he’d felt that level of release.
“Exactly. Zevander doesn’t avoid anything unless he’s frustrated by said thing
“But since you’ve been here, I feel less burdened by them. So, do not ask me to do this. I cannot be the one to see you off, because the moment you leave is when my hell begins again.”
“I see … the horrible things they did to her. My beautiful mother. They forced me to hold her hand through it all. And I felt everything she felt. The fear. The humiliation. The hopelessness.” Her body shook against me, and I blinked back my own tears, refusing to let her go. “I tried to block it out, but I couldn’t. It was all I could feel.”
“For wearing this dress. For looking so painfully exquisite, you’ve managed to draw everyone’s attention. Including mine.”
“So long as you do not speak to another soul while you’re here, yes.”
“You fucking look at her, and I’ll carve your eyes from their sockets then cram them down your gullet.”
She was chaos wrapped in fine silk. The embodiment of trouble that’d nearly brought him to his fucking knees when he’d first laid eyes on her across the ballroom. So achingly beautiful, his chest hurt.
“My name is irrelevant. Answer the question.” “Yes. Cadavros lives. And he knows of the vein.” “The Magestroli lied about his death. Why?” “I can’t answer that.” He whimpered, and at another pinch of the scorpion, he let out a scream that Zevander muffled with his hand. “I have no reservations about gutting you open right here.” The mage’s cries died down to sniffles. “The Magestroli were simply following orders.” “From whom?” “Akmyrios.”
“Fuck it all, you stubborn bastard. She’s your mate, Zevander!”
“I said she is your mate. I saw it in a vision. She wore your sigil, the mark of your scorpion. As did your son.”
“That is a new low for you, old man. That, or you really are as mad as they say.” “I am entirely serious. Tell me you feel nothing for the girl and see how the lies burn your tongue.”
“I practically begged you. But I am no liar. She is your mate. It’s why you couldn’t kill her, and why the black flame refuses to take her life.”
“Cadavros, he calls himself, former mage to the king.” She snorted and shook her head. “A ruse for what lies within him.”
“Because I’m a jealous cunt who refuses to entertain thoughts of you lying next to another man. Is that explanation enough?”
“Body heat. Best way to stay warm.”
“I promise to be a gentleman, in spite of the fact that you unintentionally have no undergarments on.” “Do you find it difficult, lying beside a woman this way?” “As a general rule? No. But when that woman is you? Yes.”
I opened my eyes to see him shove his fingers into his mouth, sucking away the shine of my arousal, and god, the sight of him sent a deep, cramping need between my thighs.
“Cursed gods, you are a ferociously breathtaking creature when you’re ravenous.” The dark amusement in his voice mirrored the devilish glint in his eyes. “I wonder what sounds will spill from your lips when your thighs are trembling against my palms and your sweet nectar wets my tongue.” His words wrenched a tearless sob from my chest as my blood burned hotter, this merciless craving unbearable.
“A thousand times I’ve fantasized this moment, and still, I failed to imagine you’d be this perfect.”
“You look like a goddess right now,” he whispered, burying his face in my neck, kissing me. He ghosted his mouth over my jaw, my cheek, until he finally crushed his lips to mine. “And you taste as divine.”
“I want you. I want you so desperately that I’d kill anything with a pulse just to have you for one night. This insatiable craving I feel …” A muscle in his jaw twitched with the tension in his words and he squeezed my hand. “I can’t fucking breathe. I ache for you, Maevyth. Believe me when I say this.”
His mate. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Mates were for those who believed in fate, who gazed at the stars with a longing to capture them. He’d lived too long with the practicality of knowing the stars were too far out of reach, and yet, in his arms lay the brightest of them all.
It was true what Rykaia had said–she was the fire in his veins. A torment, for which he vilified the gods.
Because losing a mate was said to be more painful than burning alive.
She was his. Lunamiszka. My little moon witch.
“Forgive you?” Tears wobbled in my eyes. “I’m the one who touched you without asking.” “And I am yours to touch, Maevyth. I crave your touch more than my next breath.”
“I’ll never know what in seven hells inspired the universe to send you to me, Maevyth.” “Some might call it a punishment,” I said, smiling. “If this is punishment, then I welcome an eternity of suffering.” The kiss that followed was gentle and teasing in the way he merely brushed his lips across mine. “You consume me entirely, little moon witch.”
“Never fear your power.” He ran his thumb over my cheek, staring back at me. “Your eyes are mesmerizing.”
“These curiosities will be the death of me.” Again, he kissed my forehead. “My body belongs to you, Maevyth. It is yours.”
“Your scent, your lips, your touch. It’s all I think about. Incessantly.” A kiss to my jaw. “The way you’ve crawled inside my head …” Fist tangled in my hair, he tugged my head back and dragged his teeth across my throat, the threat of a bite quickening my pulse. “I crave every part of you with an ungodly voracity.”
“You are mine, moon witch. For all eternity and whatever lies beyond it. No soul has ever been more intricately woven into mine than yours.” My heart lurched with his words, the cynical creature inside of me loosening its grip. I ran my fingertips over his cheek and the wretched black scar there. “And you are mine,” I whispered.
