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“You are mine. And I will make sure none can question it. I will roar my claim to the entire jungle.”
“She is right here and can speak for herself.”
“know that she is my mate above all else.”
“She is my mate. My heartsthread. Her safety is all that matters to me.” There was a rawness in Ketahn’s voice that Ivy had rarely heard—one part possessive, one part protective, one part aggressive. But there was vulnerability in it too.
“I told her I would return in an eightday, gifts in hand, to conquer her,”
“Soft, too,” he continued. “And it is nice to meet someone with fewer arms than me for once.”
“You can trust us.”
But he refused to let her see his heartsthread; that belonged to Ketahn alone.
Ivy belonged to him alone.
“I must do all in my power to protect her,”
“and that means I must leave Takarahl far behind.”
“This is my final visit to the city. I shall never walk these tunnels again.”
“I must go. Must return to…” To Ivy. Only she could fix this. Only she could make it better. Only she could make him forget the taint the queen had left upon him.
He growled, “Kir telenas kess, kir’ani nyleea.” I need you, my mate.
“I am for you. You. No other, never another.”
“Never her.”
“There is only you. My Ivy.”
“She failed.” His voice was low, raw. “But she left her scent on me, and it would not wash away.”
“She is not cruel because of you,” Ketahn rumbled as he petted her hair. “She only knows how to spread suffering.”
“That is not your fault, my nyleea. You did not lead me to the queen’s cruelty. Her cruelty led me to you.”
“Our heartsthreads, our spirits, are all that matter, and they are bound. Fate brought me to you, my heartsthread, and even if it tried to turn me away, I would defy it. Nothing will come between us. So long as the sun, moons, and stars make their treks across the sky, you will be mine, Ivy.”
“Yes, my nyleea.”
Perfect. Meeting my sister-in-law with cum running down my leg.
“I am not a pet,”
Okay, so cum is the least of my worries.
“Lower your spear. I will allow no threat to Ivy, not even from you.”
“And I have not done so now, broodsister. There is no threat from me. But I will defend her with my life from anyone who means her harm.”
“She is my mate.”
Ivy tipped her forehead against Ahnset’s headcrest. “Thank you, sister.” Ahnset’s mandibles twitched as though with uncertainty, and then fell. A soft trill sounded in her chest. She closed her eyes and released a long, shallow breath. “It…has been too long since I have had a sister. I am glad to call you one now, Ay-vee.”
With a purr, Ketahn slipped his fingers into her hair to cradle the back of her head and wrapped his lower arms around her, wanting—needing—more of her.
“Ah, my heartsthread… My sweet little nyleea…”
He’s a hunter, Ivy. A warrior. He’ll be fine. Right now, you need to focus on getting your own ass out of this alive.
Be all right, Ivy. Almost there. Be all right.
Our souls see what our eyes can’t, and they connect no matter what’s on the outside. Our bodies…they’re just shells.” Our souls see what our eyes can’t.
“Did you really think that just because Ketahn is busy and you got me alone, that I’d want this?”
“I just thought…” “You must not be thinking very hard. When have I given you any hint that I wanted you?”
“Come on! You can’t really want to be fucking that...
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Ivy growled and stalked toward him. Cole retreated several steps, dropping the blanket to hold his palms up in surrender. But Ivy didn’t stop until she stood directly before him, head tilted back, furious eyes locked with his. “I am with Ketahn because I choose to be. ...
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“I’ve been with someone like you before, Cole. A man with a handsome face and pretty words. He was more of a monster than Ketahn could ever be.”
“Ivy is mine,”
“Do not touch. Do not look with want. Do not even think. Understand?”
“Touch again, and it is done. You are done.”
Mine. The echo of that claim sent a delightful shiver through her, making her moan.
He was that shadowy monster all over again—her shadowy monster. And God, it turned her on.
“Do it,” Ivy breathed. “Fuck me. Claim me. Take my body.” Like you’ve taken my heart.
“My nyleea. My heartsthread.”
“Yours, my luveen. I want no other.”
“Shaper, unmake me,” Keta...
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You make it sound like we’re soulmates.
Maybe you are. How else could you have found each other?
