Desire in His Blood (Brides of the Kylorr, #1)

by Zoey Draven

“I only have so many dresses, you know,” I grumbled, unable to help myself from grouching at him even though he was on the verge of a rage. “I’ll have to sew this one just like the one from a couple nights ago.” Azur’s gaze narrowed. “Don’t bother,” he bit out. “It’s hideous and needs to be burned.”

“Kythel and I are the eldest. Then there is Thaine. Kaldur. Lucen. Kalia is the youngest. The only daughter of House Kaalium.”

“You’re my kyrana.” I chanced a peek up at him. He’d called me that before. “Do you know what that is?” he asked. He wasn’t glaring at me, like I’d expected. Instead, his expression was patient. Like we had all the time in the world. “No,” I said softly. “We don’t know why or how it happens,” he said quietly. “Whether it is by Raazos’s or Alaire’s or Gaara’s or Zor’s design. Or maybe none of them.” “I don’t understand.” “A kyrana is a blood mate,” Azur told me, his voice smooth and rich. “Whether it is by divine selection or science or magic or even fate, whatever you wish to call it, you are my blood mate.” “All right,” I said softly. Still confused, though Ludayn’s small comments here and there were beginning to piece together in my mind. “And what does that mean, exactly?” “That there is no other female in this entire universe who is better suited for me than you.”

Kalia has always had a big heart. It’s Kaldur you will need to sway the most. He won’t make it easy for you.”

All of them had different colored eyes, I realized. Azur’s were red, Kythel’s blue. Thaine had piercing green eyes that were incredibly watchful as Azur pulled me tighter against him. Lucen’s were gold. And Kaldur…his were gray. So light, like molten silver, that they almost resembled mirrors. I swore I could see myself in them when I met his gaze.

Kalia, however, shared her eye color with Azur. A blazing, fiery red, hot like her temper could be at times but warm like her kindness.

Laraya meant heart’s blood in our language. A meaningful word, spoken among mates and lovers, and it fell from my lips easily, as if the word had always been meant for her.

“Come back to me,” I willed softly, murmuring the words to the stars overhead. “Come back to me, and I will give you every reason to never leave again.”

I want to marry you because…because you are my heart,

“I’m sorry, my love, did the cold wake you?”