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He moaned. “All right. But I won’t.”
I was so shocked, I raised up on one elbow and stared down at him.
“Don’t you understand what I’m saying? You’ll beg me over and over again to let you get up.”
He smiled sleepily aet me. “I don’t think I will.”
“Damn it, I’m supposed to be threatening you. Why are you acting like you’ll enjoy every second of it?”
“Because I really will. I love everything you do to me.”
I groaned. “Well, fuck.”
I laid my head back down and just let him be, though my mind was racing.
After a while, I heard his slow, steady breathing. “I don’t think I can resist you,” I whispered softly to him, thinking he was asleep and wouldn’t hear. “I don’t think I want to.”
“Don’t,” Rory said softly.
“I thought you were asleep.”
“Not yet. I-I want you to be my Alpha, Lex. In every way. Bite me and knot me and do it again and again. I’m ready. I love you, and I don’t care if you don’t say it back. I feel it enough for both of us.”
I groaned and pulled him into my arms. I kissed him for a long time and my hands were all over him, massaging and stroking. I gave him a little bite on his bottom lip, then licked it. I wanted him to learn to associate this strange combination of pain and pleasure with his Alpha--with me, his mate.
“Keep me forever. Please, Alpha.”
Gods, he was killing me. I buried my face against his throat and licked over his bite marks again and again. “Gods, you smell so sweet. You’ll never be with any other man except me—do you hear me? No one but me.”
Rory nodded and smiled, though his eyes were closed. “Yes, Lex. But that’s the way it should be, shouldn’t it?”
Damn it. I felt my heart thump hard a few times in my chest—it must have been the last death throes of my resistance to him.
“Sweetheart,” I said, choking up a little at how much I felt for him. “Yes, that’s the way it should be. Sleep now, princeling. Try to rest. I’ll blow out this candle.”
“Could you…could you not blow it out?”
“Why not?”
His face flushed and he wouldn’t look at me. He mumbled something under his breath.
“What did you say?”
“I said…I’m afraid of the dark.” He gazed up at me so defiantly I couldn’t help but laugh. Some wicked warlock this was. I started laughing and couldn’t stop, even though I could see it made him angry.
He socked me on the shoulder, and I stopped laughing and wiped my eyes. “I’m sorry, princeling. But that was funny.”
“Not to me. My stepmother locked me in a closet once and left me there. I think she wanted to kill me even then. I was only six years old.”
“Oh baby,” I said. “I knew I should have run her through with my sword. I wish I’d been there to help you. Can you forgive me for laughing?” I asked, kissing him all over his face, saying “sorry” with each kiss.
Rory sighed and said, “Yes. I love yu too much to stay mad,” and then he sagged beside me, totally spent. I lay awake beside him for a long time as his soft snores began. I pulled the covers up over us and that’s when I heard him talking softly in his sleep.
“He says he won’t let anyone hurt me, but then he laughed. Can I believe him?”
His words stung, because I didn’t know if they were really true. If I really could keep my brother from knowing that he had already used his magic more than once since we’d been together, and whatever binding I’d done on him hadn’t worked at all. I knew that for sure now since he’d healed me so powerfully.
I knew I’d try. I’d do everything in my power to keep him safe—even if it meant leaving everything behind and running with him. Maybe this was the true dark enchantment Vesper had passed on to her son—to make the men who loved them lose everything just to be able to hold onto them—and still have them slip through their fingers.
