“What?”
“That you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Kori,” I whisper.
He wraps his arms tightly around me, chest rising and falling in time with my own. “And I’ll spend eternity making sure you never forget it.”
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Chapter 39
Korithax
Ishouldn’t have crossed that line.
Daisy’s asleep soundly beside me, her head resting on my chest, her naked body pressed against mine. After we had sex, we showered together, and I called for healing fruit to ease the soreness I knew she’d feel.
I took little mercy on her once I had her. Every ounce of restraint I’d been holding back since the day I met her came undone. And while I kept it to just fucking, the thoughts wouldn’t stop. Tying her up. Teasing her. Punishing her for hours. I wanted it all. I couldn’t be as gentle as she probably needed for her first consensual time, but I didn’t care. I needed her. And now… I regret it. I shouldn’t have touched her, shouldn’t have kissed her days ago. But I was a selfish man, and I had to have her.
But this is becoming dangerous. More dangerous than I’d ever anticipated. Daisy was no longer just the woman I’d married to shut up the Divine Six. She was becoming somethingelse entirely. And that’s a problem. Because I could never offer her the kind of love or life she deserves.
She needs warmth, softness, and care. The things I was never built for. I was born into a realm of hate, death, and ruin, and was to be the King of Hell, ruler of chaos and destruction. She’s light, sunshine incarnate, and I’m cold, sharp steel. Those two things don’t go together; they shouldn’t go together. I fucked up by taking her to bed, but I wouldn’t keep fucking up. She deserved better, and I had to put the distance between us before it was too late.
I slowly slideout from under her, careful not to wake her. She shifts but doesn’t stir. I throw on my clothes and boots and step into the hallway. The sunrise floods the corridor in a blaze of gold and orange. Birds chirp cheerfully in the background, the sound irritating the shit out of me. Everything here seems to be grating on me. The brightness, the flowers, the warmth. This entire realm is everything Daisy is—and everything I’ll never be.
“Korithax?”
I turn to see Sariya approaching, radiant as ever. Her ebony skin glows under the light of her realm.
“Good morning,” I mutter. “I never got a chance to thank you for yesterday.”
She smiles. “Please, it was nothing. Come, have breakfast with me. We need to talk.”
I raise a brow but follow her to a shaded table on a balcony framed by trees. Warm wind stirs the petals scattered across the stone flooring, the breeze doing nothing to cool the irritation bubbling inside me.
“What is it, Sariya?”
“Drink?” She offers.
“No.”
She sighs, setting her teacup down, brushing at her skirts with both hands. “I know you think you’re not meant for her, Korithax. But?—”
“What are you talking about?” I cut her off sharply.
“Daisy. I see the way you look at her, I feel the way you feel about her.”
“You feel it?” I ask, frowning.
“Yes. And I feel the way she feels about you, too. Don’t push her away, Korithax. Things are about to change drastically. She is more like you than you realise.”
“What aren’t you telling me?” I ask, voice dropping low.
“I can’t say,” she says gently. “For your safety as well as mine. But when the time comes—you will need me, you will need my soldiers.” She lowers her voice. “And I promise you—we will answer.”
“You’re not making any sense,” I huff, already standing. “I don’t have time for this cryptic bullshit.”
She reaches out, grabbing my hand. Her amber eyes lock with mine, her expression unreadable.
