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The treacherous male warned me with one final look.
Already, I was aching to have him back inside me, despite my complete exhaustion. Already, I considered going against my better judgment just to have my way.
That was the danger of estrous.
That was the power he had over me.
The only difference was that now I knew.
Cyderial had always owned me.
Even before we met.
Yet, to admit such a thing so soon would absolve him of every crime. To keep my obvious feelings silent was to preserve some power.
As if his very touch could spark my obedience, the thumb he ran over my lips, the way it dipped inside to tease my tongue, was a reminder that ultimately, he could get his way.
Purring, his drum made louder by the close walls, his lips curved upward. “Tell me. Tell me you love me as I love you.”
His touch left my mouth, Cyderial leaning down as if to take my throat in his teeth for a playful bite.
I stopped him with a single promise. “The day our daughter is born, and not a moment sooner, I will tell you what is hidden in my heart.”
The smile he gave me to hear even that was pure joy. As was my answering grin.
Lifting my hand to nip at my fingers, Cyderial said, “She will be safe. Understand that. She will be safe, and you will tell me you love me without any fear for her future.”
Eyes soft, his fingertips went to trace the shape of a stinging mark he left near my throat. The male had bitten me a great deal in his rut.
I scratched strange patterns into his skin in my estrous.
The pair of us were covered in wounds.
Two warriors sparring in blood and slick, calling out our pleasure with ferocity. Intermixed with soft, intimate moments like this, punctuating the seriousness of why we were in my nest.
The fostering of new life. A child soon to rest in the womb he painstakingly prepared.
Longing in his dilated gaze, he conceded to my terms with a rougher bite to my wrist. “I could make you admit it to me now.”
“I know.”
But he would be gentle with my delicate heart, and my love for him would grow all the more for it.
Because I did love him, even if I shouldn’t, and that love needed to be nurtured.
It was fragile.
It frightened me.
It excited me.
It made me think our future would be bright, because he was infinitely vigilant in his care.
In that dark, cave-like room, I reached up to cup his cheek, humming with pleasure to find him turning his lips into my palm for a kiss.
I adored when he did that.
But softness was not what estrous demanded. Sultry, I pressed my breasts toward him, my nipples swollen from how much he tongued and sucked them over the long days. “Take me from behind, as rough as you can… even if I ask you to stop.”
