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The heat emanating from his tongue was a little higher than normal, leaving a feeling close to a faint buzz wherever it touched. I kept a sharp eye on his fingers, his thumb and index finger alarmingly close to the two hinges in my jaw, whereas his other fingers were close to my left ear.
When it seemed that the left side of my face was good, he lowered his fingers to my right shoulder, his hold careful but strong enough to be a reminder that I was in his hands.
I tipped my head back to not be in his way as he cleaned and healed my wounds. Something sharp sliced the side of my neck. A startled jolt shook my entire body before I stiffened, my fingers tensing.
“Oh, my,” he said with a chuckle, his voice far from apologetic. “I can’t seem to stop wanting to hurt you.”
Despite his words, he ended up healing even the wound he created, stroking his hot tongue along my skin leisurely, like we had all the time in the universe. En placed a warm palm on my left side, where my ribs were. The warmth increased gradually, yet it wasn’t agonising—if anything, it was soothing. As my skin absorbed his heat, something shifted in me. Something moved and realigned itself, and the pain lessened until only a light buzz remained.
When he finished with my neck and left side, he sat me on the ground and scooted back a little, then he raised both of my legs. A sound of surprise vibrated against my throat, and I hurriedly placed my palms on the ground to regain my balance, scowling as he smirked once again.
He was so horrible.
I continued scowling even as he cleaned the gashes on my shins, wiping the blood away and repairing the skin until it seemed to stitch itself back to normal.
When it was all done, he lowered my feet to the ground, sat back, and looked at me with an expression I knew very well.
“What do you want?” I asked, a little bitterly. “Are you going to demand I chop a limb for you?”
His brows arched, the fire in his eyes rising and flickering quickly before it settled down again.
I stared back at him with widened eyes, my jaw slackening.
The Cyrva motioned for me to come closer.
I shook my head frantically. “I was not being serious!”
“Just come here,” he said, probably rolling his eyes. I wasn’t sure if hedidroll his eyes because… well, there were no irises for me to see. All I saw was red.
I shook my head again. “No.”
En’s eyes narrowed, his face contorting into a dark expression as his upper lip curled back. “Do you truly wish to test my patience, little Elf?”
I breathed out slowly, as calmly as I could, before moving closer to him, my limbs hesitating but moving nonetheless. I sat on one of his huge thighs with a straight back, my hands fisted on my lap as I kept my eyes away.
“Try relaxing,” he encouraged softly—the softest I’d heard him speak.
“So you’re not going to eat me?” I asked cautiously, squinting my eyes at his lips when they twitched.
I wasn’t entirely familiar with this part about Spiders, but I was aware that different breeds engaged in more… vicious acts. Some Spiders ate their own children depending on which child it was—for example, whether it was the first or the weakest child, and they would be eaten by either the mother or the father, but most books said it was the mother. Some children would eat their mothers; other grown Spiders would eat children who were not their own, which was why most Spiders preferred to have one mate.
More important to my case, some Spiders tended to feast on their ownmate.
“I personally believe it is better to have my mate in my arms rather than my stomach.”
My posture relaxed, and my pulse settled as I breathed out slowly.
But I was on edge once again when an arm curled around my waist, when a hand was placed on my left cheek, when he dipped his head closer. I didn’t know where to focus, which hand to watch in case he decided to test how easily he could break me or how quickly his claws could pull me apart.
“How unfortunate, you being incapable of regenerating or healing fast,” he murmured, his tone a low and soothing rumble, something I didn’t know he could do with such a beastly voice. It tranquillised me and eased the tension in my body, leaving me strangely dazed.
The hand on my cheek moved in soft strokes, pushing my hair away to reveal my left ear.
“Otherwise…” The corners of his crimson lips rose slowly, then he dipped his head to my left shoulder and whispered, “I could have chewed on your pointy pretty ears.”
Searing pain sliced through my nerves, sharp knives tearing through my muscles, a choked whine reaching my ears as his fangs grazed my bones.
My bones.
