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He’s a sinfully charming, lore-smoking playboy with a smile that makes me see stars.
This human woman—a keeper in my employ—was mine. My blood mate. My kyrana.
she smelled like…mine. I felt the possessiveness
I wanted to love someone. I was desperate to. I felt I had so much love to give, if only someone would give me the chance.
His voice was guttural and low when he said, “Never hide your true scent from me again, Erina.”
Enjoy this moment, I thought.
it also felt emptier and colder than I’d imagined.
Because it made me need her. It made her irreplaceable.
What have I done?
I felt like an earthly creature who wanted.
Or because I was a keeper and not some noble female with high connections in even higher Houses? It was an ugly thought.
“If I need you, I’ll find you,” he rasped, pausing at the threshold.
“There will be no ridiculous fantasies of a courtship or of love, do you understand?” he asked.
When I reached for her hands again, she pulled them away like I was a disease. “I never expected you of all people to open your legs to a Kyzaire if he so much as looked at you twice.” My jaw dropped. “That’s not what this is!” “Isn’t it?” she asked. “Did he mention sex?”
“Oh, I would,” Velle replied without hesitation. “I would get on my damn knees right there and then because unlike you, I know what an agreement like that really means. And I’m not so high and mighty that I’d tried to sell it as anything different than being his paid whore.”
She was jealous. Pure and simple.
I’m no whore. I’m untouched,
It would be unwise for me to lose her. A blood mate was a powerful weapon, especially if war came.
I intended to use Erina like a drug, to make me feel like my old self. That was the deal.
I didn’t need to be distracted by a female of all things.
Another thing taken from me, I thought. The ability to fuck others.
“Unless your blood giver is the jealous type.” “She is,” I lied. “There is a contract in place. It’s one I am honor bound not to break.”
“I don’t have to ask for your permission, zendra. In anything I do.”
“She must be quite the blood giver for you to obey so willingly.” My jaw tightened.
Her touch met the waistband of my pants, skimming over my still-soft cock. She traced the length of it, and I snatched her hand quickly, giving her wrist a warning squeeze as discomfort burned in my chest. I hadn’t liked that. I didn’t want her to touch me, when before her touch had always been welcomed.
I could feel the sharp pinch of her anger as it sizzled beneath the surface.
jealous type either…and yet the thought of anyone touching my kyrana, tasting her, made rage rise.
She’s baiting you—don’t give in, I thought, gritting my teeth.
Energy was building in my veins. I needed a distraction, something to soothe the grumbling, prowling, new beast within me. Use her, I thought. Before I knew it, I went stalking through my keep toward the gardens.
“You were only ever thinking about yourself,” Kavelyn breathed, meeting his eyes.
“You never saw me. Not truly,” I said quietly.
“Ah, but tell me, my dallia. Did you see me?” he asked, quirking his brow.
But maybe that life could be this one, I couldn’t help but realize. Especially when Kaldur was looking at me like this, with his molten eyes and sweet words. Could he love me?
How could I not dream of something more with him? Especially when he made me feel like this? Seen? Desired? Protected? That’s all I want, I thought. To be seen by him when I’ve been invisible for so long.
I want him, came the desperate thought. I want to feel how lovemaking would be with him.
Frustration pricked at me. He was determined to keep me at arm’s length now? After what we’d just done?
“Our contract stipulated two feedings a day,” he pointed out. “I’ve taken my allotted fill already. I’m allowed no more.”
The words felt like a bucket of cold water over my head. The contract.
If all of Vyaan knew that Erina was my kyrana, she would be expected to be at my side tonight. The fact that she would not be was an insult to her…so
When he fed from me, I felt like I belonged somewhere. I felt protected in his arms. Safe.
It became clear what I was. A paid whore, whether it was for my blood or my body.
Selfishly, I had wanted to keep her close.
Erina Denoren hadn’t been given enough gifts in her life, I realized, but I intended to spoil her with them.
A part of me had treated it like a punishment. For how I’d hurt her, I’d thought that I deserved to hurt too.
“Don’t say another male’s name when I’m about to bend you over my desk, my love,” he purred.
“Darling, the moment I feel that pink little tongue anywhere near my cock,” he rasped, “or see you looking up at me with those pretty eyes with your mouth stuffed full, I will fucking lose it.” “I want that,” I repeated again,
His praise turned me on even more. When I took his cock between my lips again, I repeated what he’d liked, earning me another roughened groan. “Look at me,” he ordered.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growled.
“Mine,” he said quietly. The word drifted over my skin before it settled comfortably. Tears welled in my gaze, but they weren’t unhappy tears. “Yours,” I whispered.
