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It saw no humour in what she said. “You’re not laughing only because you cannot understand me. I assure you, I’m quite hilarious.”
“Sleep. You are safe here.” And in that moment, being held by him, she felt that way.
“You miss a home that no longer exists to you, so... I have created a new one.” He did this for her? That’s when she realised he’d been rude to her because he wanted it to be a surprise.
Pretty little thing.
He wanted them on the same level so they could suffer together, by themselves.
“Eating an apple. They are my favourite when I’m in this form.” Holding it in his fist, he pointed his index finger and shook his hand up and down as if to punctuate his next words, “But only the green ones. That’s very important.”
“I was wondering. How would one mount you in order to ride you?” “By my hips, I would imagine.”
She didn’t turn to him, but she said, “The view is quite lovely here.” With his eyes still on her, he answered, “Yes, it is.”
thick vein moving back and forth through her entrance. She
“But we just–” “I will have you again, Amalia. I’m going to fuck you all night until all I can think about is this wonderful fucking pussy around me,”
I will not avoid her because I know I have done wrong. If she asked him to leave, he would. If she wanted to scream at him, he would let her. If she wanted to throw things, he wouldn’t dodge them.
I have plans today. He grinned. And they involve a certain female being naked.
He drank from her like he was a man starved of water,
“I fear pain.” She met his eyes with unwavering doubt. “I fear the agony of flames, I fear the stab of a knife, the suffocation of drowning. Death is an escape from worldly senses, and all I want is to not suffer or be afraid when I’m living in this world – or dying in it.”
“You are to go to bed.” “But I’m not tired!” She squealed when he tossed her through the air onto her mattress. “I did not say you will be sleeping.” He chuckled, before blowing a ring of fire above his head.
“I have marked you.” She turned to him with her light brows drawn together in a lack of understanding. Rurik gently lifted her chin so he could see it and give his fingers room to softly caress over it. “I have claimed you as my mate.”
“When you shoved that blade into yourself, you took my heart, but not in the way they thought.”
“So, you are going to tell me when you want to fulfil the second half of that prophecy.” He moved his hand from behind her to snake it under the tunic and rest it against her stomach. “You are going to give me that child, but I will be the one to father it. To protect it and cherish it just as I will you.”
I claimed you as my mate because I wanted you, and I did not give a fuck about asking for your permission when all I wanted was for you to live alongside me.”
“Now do the leg thing,” he commanded with a grin.
“I think we need a bigger tub,” he answered.
“This, I want to do this.” He gestured to a particular page. “I’m not good with witchcraft spells. There are often special nuances your kind learn that are different from mine. I can only recreate concoctions. I want your help in doing this.” Once again, he gestured to the page by tapping it impatiently. She stepped forward to look at the spell. “Rurik...” She gasped, her lips parting. “It’s a handfasting spell.” “Yes, I know what it is. I just don’t know how to do it.” “But this is a binding ritual that Witches use to bond with the person they love.” Her parents had done it, and both had the
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He gave an irritated huff, gesturing to the spell again with his hand. “I love you. You love me. It makes sense I should have your mark.”
“So, I will have your Witch’s mark on me.” She turned her head to the book when she finally released him. “Well, when do you want to do it?” “Today, if possible.”
“But I’m rather fond of being attached to you like this.” I will try to convince her to remove it later. Possibly in a year... when he was done being obsessive about her. That will not happen. I will always be obsessed. He knew it was the truth.
“You will be able to take every inch I want to give you. You will swallow me completely and utterly whole, Amalia.”
“Spread your pretty thighs, and I will give it to you.”
“I love you, Amalia.” With every piece of his fiery heart. “I love you too, Rurik.”
“Noooo,” he squealed with laughter. When it didn’t work because Rurik didn’t want to hurt the boy, he pawed at his snout. He had to stem the urge to throw him across the main room and into the wall. He is my son. He is my son. I cannot harm him. I cannot bite or claw him. Amalia will be angered with me again if he injures himself because of me.
That didn’t stop him from grabbing the child with one arm to yank him over his body and tuck him between himself and Amalia. Many mornings were often spent cuddling with the only two creatures he could truly tolerate.
