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“Of course. But right now, he will feed our prince.”
I jerk his wrist out of her hand and rake my claws across it, digging them in as deep as they can go. Blood sprays across us as I tear open an artery.
Laughter bubbles out of my chest with the thrill of finally having him at my mercy. I place his destroyed wrist against Felix’s mouth and continue to laugh as the Prince’s fangs dig in deeper than my claws went.
After a few strong pulls of blood into his mouth, Felix sits up and looks down at Dominic. His beautiful face transforms into something terrifying, leaving me in awe. I have never seen anything as transfixing as this male at this very moment. The violence radiating off of him calls to my own, making my body hum with anticipation,
He rips Dominic’s arm roughly and buries his fangs back into the ragged flesh, his blazing gaze meeting mine. Agonizing screams echo around us, but I can’t enjoy them. I can’t focus on anything other than the gorgeous male before me. He is making it hurt for me, exacting revenge on my behalf. No one has ever done that for me before. Not even when my parents were still alive, and yet this strong, stubborn, persistent male, who barely knows me, cares enough to do it.
My chest bursts with feelings that are bright and potent. I have never felt anything like it before. It is addicting and scary. I want to bask in it and run away all at the same time. It’s confusing and so easy. It’s…love. I fucking love this male.
I kick Dominic away, using my newfound strength, and leap on Felix, kissing him and devouring the taste of our shared enemy on his tongue. He returns my kiss with a fevered one of his own. I feel like I am burning alive and asking for more. My nerve endings are so sensitive that I could come from his touch alone.
But I don’t want that. I want more.
I NEED more!
“More.” My inner voice seeps through, sounding needy and breathless.
“Anything,” Felix breathes between kisses.
“You two take it to the tower. I’ll clean up here,” Tia chuckles behind us.
“Thank you, Tia.” Felix gets to his feet and hugs the surprised female. “You saved not only me, but my mate tonight. I owe you so much.”
“I know. Now, get out of here.” She shoos him with a raised brow.
Felix removes his shirt and helps me into it before buttoning it.
“Come.” He holds his hand out to me, but I hesitate to take it. It feels so final, like a commitment.
“Mate?” I ask.
“Yes, Mate, Little Thief. You own me. You have since the first day I laid eyes on you. And I won’t let us deny it any longer.” He continues to hold his hand out to me, waiting patiently for me to decide. He isn’t pressuring me, just watching me carefully.
I slip my hand into his, sealing my fate to the male I once craved to kill, and now find myself longing to love. It’s funny how one can go from being owned to being the owner. But if I am truly honest, I am both. Because now, he owns me in more ways than I ever believed possible.
I should be angry with myself for letting it get to this point. I should deny him and go back to my old life. But it no longer holds an appeal. The tower will never compare to waking up in his arms every morning. Killing the Keryth will do nothing to feed the new obsession of bantering with my mate and watching his eyes light up at my violence.
I allow him to lead me up to our room so that we can explore this new connection and become acquainted with our monsters together. We can’t truly connect as male and female if our monsters don’t get along.
Icould run to the top of this tower and scream out my joy. I used the word mate, and she didn’t flinch away. I will take care of her like she is meant to be and feed her and make sure that she will never want for anything.
This reminds me I will need to find some way to explain Dominic’s death. My father will notice his disappearance, so I need to be creative. I don’t want it to point back to Nyx.
I hope she allows me to watch because I have been dying to see her in action. So far, I have only seen the aftermath, but I want to experience the whole thing from beginning to end.
My eyes drift to my mate, and my chest swells with pride and love. She is so fucking strong. At a young age, she was exposed to violence and unimaginable pain. Things that could have twisted and broken her. But it didn’t. She came out stronger and fiercer than anyone I have ever known. Even battle-worn soldiers could never hold a candle to her bravery and perseverance.
And now I am hers. No one and nothing will touch her. I will burn the world down for her. Blood would spill, and heads will roll if anyone so much as thinks about touching a hair on her head. And if I hear one misspoken word—
“Felix, you are going to break my hand,” she chuckles with a wince. “What are you thinking about?”
“How proud I am of you,” I say honestly once we are finally behind our bedroom door.
“And that has you squeezing the life out of my hand?” I let her pull it from my grasp and rub it to ease the pain I caused.
“I am sorry. I was thinking about all you have endured and came out on the other side of. I didn’t mean to hurt you. That is exactly the opposite of what I want to do.”
