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Ken-dee clears her throat, snaring my attention. One look at her delicate features and I take back that thought. To make my mate smile the way she did when I handed her the ungez, I would have wrestled a hundred arkoda.
I return her grin with a crooked one of my own.
She’s staring up at me. I want her to smile again. She does not. Instead, she taps the side of her face, her pointer finger gesturing at one of her dark, dim eyes, then turns it on me.
Ah. She was referring to my eyes before.
“I know they are bright and yours are dim. I don’t mind. I love you just as you are.”
I love her, and if the arkoda had hunted Ken-dee before I knew she was gone, I could have lost her.
Ah. I was right. The fear is back.
I lift my hand, rubbing my chest with the heel. Our bond is there, a reminder that she’s mine though I often wonder if she knows that. It’s grown stronger every day that I’ve loved her, grown thicker every time I whisper the mate’s promise to her as she sleeps, and I only wish that she feels it, too.
And maybe she does. Because Ken-dee? She’s rubbing the same spot on her own chest with her fingertips.
“Loki?” My name is a question that I cannot answer for her.
Instead, I open my arms up. I feel as though, immortal demon or not, if I don’t touch her, I might die.
“Please,” I say. “Let me hold you, my mate.”
None of those are words that we’ve taught each other. She doesn’t need to be able to translate what I’m saying to know what I’m asking of her.
Without any hesitation, she walks right into my embrace.
I close my arms around her.
It starts out innocently enough. As if she’s remembering my quick fight with the arkoda, she’s running her hands over my body. Her breath is a chilly exhale against my overheated flesh when she doesn’t find any injuries. It is nearly impossible to hurt a Somdra demon in his shadow form, so I knew she wouldn’t.
But I didn’t know that she would continue her exploration of my body until my sweet human mate does the last thing I ever expected: Ken-dee boldly grabs my cock.
A roar begs to escape my throat. Only knowing that I would never forgive myself if I frightened her again has me forcing it back.
Instead, in a strangled voice, I say, “Ken-dee?”
She releases my cock, backing up until she bumps against the bed. Giving me the wicked grin she wore the night she summoned me to her quarters, she pats the top of the sheet with the flat of her hand.
I gulp, not daring to believe she’s offering me anything other than sleeping beside her, sharing with her my heat.
And then she says, “Uxor mi,” in such an inviting tone, I almost spill seed without even touching her.
‘My mate’. For the first time, Ken-dee just called me her mate.
She isn’t ready to sleep. She’s ready to mate.
And so am I.
I am naked. With a wave of my hand, her shadow coverings disappear instantly.
I don’t know what stuns me more: seeing her heaving breasts, her enticing curves, and the thatch of her hair on her cunt already slick with her need, or how easily I was able to use magic to banish the shadows.
In Sombra, we have seamstresses who weave fabric and make coverings that last. For shadow coverings, any demon can call forth their shadows and use that to conceal their bodies. Being naked is an honor reserved for only a mate. No female has ever seen me unclothed until my Ken-dee, and they never shall.
That I spent so long uncovered in the shadows was a mark of how fully demonic I went. When I found my mate, there was no need. I could have if she told me she preferred me to be covered, but since I caught Ken-dee eyeing my cock, I didn’t want to hide it from her.
My cock, like every other part of me, belongs to my female.
