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The doors slam closed.
I back away from them, a little frightened now.
A rumbling under my feet makes me plaster my body against the wall, and I watch the movement of the innermost circle. As if it’s a lock with number codes, the inner circle spins, lighting up different parts of the outer circle until a click sounds and the circle slides open.
Something is coming up from beneath the ground.
Even more scared now, I fist my hands.
I trust that Nottuza and his lieutenants won’t trick me or hurt me, but this place is really creepy. It’s an undead vampire lair, and I’m the food. My gut knows it, and I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to flee.
A casket emerges.
An actual large black casket emerges and hovers over the opening.
I bend to look under it to see that it’s supported by a metal beam and not just magic, which means that Nottuza sleeps deep inside the ground, inside this box. I immediately understand why he’s never invited me to his chambers.
I approach the casket and place my hand on it.
Something sharp pricks my finger.
Ouch. I suck on the blood that wells up on my skin at the same time as red magic swirls around the box. It opens, revealing Nottuza.
From the looks of him, he’s sleeping deeply, covered by only a single gray blanket, the same kind I’ve seen our soldiers use as well. Here sleeps one of the most powerful males in the world under a simple blanket in a space he uses for army assembly. The only other space he uses is his office. That’s also not his own. In fact, this male has nothing of his own. No lands, no titles, not even a bedchamber. He’s still very much the Nightbound Soldier, fighting for the undead magic and his people, and only ever asking for a meal. But he deserves so much more than a life of servitude to undead magic or the night, even if that life is one that makes him powerful.
I run a hand over his perfectly combed and styled hair. “You, my love, shall have a throne.”
40
FLEUR
Isqueeze his bare shoulder. It’s freezing cold. Nottuza is never warm, but even he’s not usually this cold. I remove my coat and climb inside his “bed,” then cover us with the blanket and my coat.
I get to watch him sleep. He’s done it to me a million times, and I finally understand why he seemed to enjoy it. It’s my helplessness while I sleep he’s drawn to. I’m the lamb and he’s the big bad wolf who can jump upon the bed and bite me any time. And yet he doesn’t.
It’s an exercise in control.
And trust.
This is his most vulnerable state, the state where he is dead to the world, even if he is the undead, and sharing it with someone else requires trusting that the person will love and protect you.
I use his claw to slice across my wrist, then press my wrist against his lips.
Nottuza’s eyes snap open before he pushes my arm away from his mouth. He sits up, taking us both with him. He looks around the room, which grows brighter, and finally, his dark gaze falls upon me. “You breached the undead magic. Again.”
“Again,” I confirm. “Leroy and Ledger think the wards are fading. They seemed freaked out about it.”
“As they should be.” He licks my wrist and moans before biting down. He starts sucking, and the euphoria of his bite makes me want to rip off my clothes. He gathers up my skirts as I straddle his lap, and since he’s nude and erect, I sit right on it, burying him inside me to the hilt. Nottuza growls and fists my hair. He pulls it as I start moving on top of him. His cold and large cock fits inside me so perfectly that I moan his name over and over again, begging him to bite me wherever he wants to, begging him to fuck me until we tire.
And Nottuza can fuck forever.
I have no idea how long we stay down here doing just that, but by the time we lie back down, I’m bitten and bruised and fucked so thoroughly that I’ve lost track of time.
“Fleur,” Nottuza whispers. “Wake up, siren. The fate is here.”
I rub my eyes and sit up while Nottuza helps me into my clothes. Once we’re dressed and presentable, we hop out of the casket and stand before Augusta, who is wearing a transparent black veil. Aamako is at the door. Judging by the angry-looking swirls of red magic blocking his entry, I believe the wards are back up.
The fate holds out a crown made of wood. The writing on it pulses red in the same way as it does within the room. Though I think she’s giving it to Nottuza, she hands it to me. “For your king.”
