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“I’m not good with emotions. Or talking,” I kept playing with the fire. The flames were getting smaller. I refused to look at Kelsey’s face to see pity there.

“You’re good with talking now,” she jokes, before I feel her lean against me, resting her head on my shoulder. I said nothing in response. “What would being your mate mean?”

“I’m not sure,” I breathed out. “I would probably be more protective over you. Zar mentioned how he can feel Malki in his head, like how she’s feeling, I suppose it would happen. None of my warriors know much about mates, we weren’t made to be mates. We were made to murder and fight.”

Kelsey said nothing for a while. I enjoyed her closeness. “Is this why you want my trust?”

“No,” I answered without thinking. “I want your trust cause I want you to trust me. I don’t want you to second guess my decisions and motives.”

“It’s not related to you thinking we are mates?”

“No. Trust is important to me. I can trust all of my warriors, just like they can trust me. I want you and I to trust each other like that as well,” I spoke while she raised my arm to put it around her shoulder.

“I will never be your warrior.”

“I hope not,” I tighten the grip around her shoulder, pressing her into my side.

She breathed out heavily. “How do you take someone as a mate?”

“You have to sayye no de madeswhich means you and I are fated in old Ocenum language.”

“Ye no de mades,” she repeated after me immediately. As if to try out the words on her tongue.

She made a mistake by repeating them. A moment later I felt a pain inside my chest which got worse with every breath I took. I fell on my back, looking up to the sky. I felt like my chest was expanding, her touch felt like fire against my skin.

With open eyes I watched as she hovered over me, saying words in panic. Tears fell from her face as she touched me. Mating bond hurt like a bitch.

As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. “You shouldn’t have repeated the words. You’re stuck with me now.” I felt Kelsey all around me. Her mood and feelings were mine, as if she had taken control over my body.

“I thought you were dying,” she hit me lightly before laying her face on my chest.

“So did I.”

Kelsey

His voice sounded different, almost like he was fighting himself to stay incontrol. Kahma’s hand around my body held me in place, leaving barely enough space for me to breathe, while his other hand was moving on my back to grab my ass.

I felt his breath on top of my head.

Wanting to ask what made him be so forward, I raised my head from his chest only to look into black eyes. There was no residue of the orange color which I had grown used to looking at.

It seemed like he was there but also not. His movements seemed mechanically against my body, while the heat in his eyes indicated it was anything but mechanical.

“Kahma,” I whispered his name, wanting to ask him what was going on.

Before I heard his answer, his lips were on mine and he turned us around so he was on top of me. My silver man kept his lips on mine, as his hands explored my body, removing the clothing I was wearing.

His hands seemed rushed, almost like he couldn’t wait to feel me against him.

“Kahma,” I tried again when he raised a little to take the shirt off my body.

Still no answer. Only answer I got from him was his hands on my breasts and his mouth kissing my jawline. Both my boobs in his hands, he used his thumbs to play with my nipples, slowly kissing his way down on my body.

His kisses left a wet trail on my body. His lips touched my boobs, biting into my soft skin. Moan escaped me as his wet mouth landed on my hard nipple, making my chest raise off the ground.

He made a sound which sounded a lot like pleasure before moving his free hand down my body, fingers reaching for the slickness between my thighs.

Fingers playing with me, his hot mouth attached to nipple, I moaned out his name. With every sound of pleasure that escaped my lips, he went harder. Pulling on my nipple, slightly using his teeth on it, making me reach new levels of pleasure.

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