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“But you never wanted to… kill her.”
He shook his head. “When I sent her through that window, it wasn’t to save her life. It wasn’t for her safety. It was so I could hunt her. Capture her. And when I did, I wanted to play with her like a psycho gorilla plays with its stuffed animal before ripping it to shreds.”
“I shot you with two sedatives and I’m not sure what you remember before going down.”
“I was…drinking her blood while having the most…” He closed his eyes. “There are no words to explain just how fucking amazing it was.”
“Try,” Lesion urged. “These details matter greatly.”
Nitro easily reconnected with the experience. “Was like…my dick, my orgasm was somehow also tied to my…teeth and tongue, I don’t know how else to say it. It was like…almost like an exchange. Seed for blood. I somehow know they can’t exist without the other.” He searched Lesion's hot gaze. “Please tell me you hear how stupid that sounds.”
“It'snotstupid,” Lesion assured, as though realizing something. “A mix of ancient primal urges and instincts is what this is. Life is in the bloodandthe seed. The twoarethe same. One contains life, and the other also contains life but… in a different form. Mixing both is like… giving life for life. It’s a vow, a pact. Amatingritual.”
“God,” Nitro croaked, his head dropping to the pillow. “I’m a fucking animal.”
“Oh, you’re alotmore than that,” Lesion eagerly informed, sounding like the proud creator of a swamp Frankenstein. “You’re like… a Bayou Hematarch.”
Nitro brought his head forward, glaring at his Voodoo-freakbrother. “Fucking English.”
Lesion’s alchemy-addictions celebrated in his passionate eyes now lasered on his. “It means… Bayou Blood King.”
****
Cat paced in living room, going over the morning Ethan encounter. So many things about himself he sort of revealed.Make yourself at home. It’s also yours, he’d added, making the situation a lot more…real than ever before.Itwas also hers.Hewas also hers. Yeah, that’s what had her pacing the floors.Hewas hers. She washis.With marital… stipulations. If that’s what they were even called.
She paused in the middle of the floor just to relive the feel of his lips on her forehead.Tonight. Will you wait for me?Obligation had no place in it, he’d said. And then he’d turned around and said he was doing it exactly for that. Obligation. Whatevershewanted.
So,shehad to want it, buthedidn’t have to?
Back to pacing and headshaking.
That wasn’t right. Or fair.
Did he think as the husband that was justhisjob? Well, it washerjob as a wife to submit to her husband, wasn’t it? He’d included himself in the ‘whatever she wanted he gave’ department just the night before. Which meant he couldwant. So…did henotwant it ordidhe? And why not just say so?
She stopped again. “Big G?” she called.
“Yes, Cat?” he answered, like he’d been sitting there quietly the entire time.
“Do you know about the uh…marriage arrangements between me and Ethan?”
“I do, yes.”
She considered that. “Are you allowed to elaborate?”
“Ethan has asked I not contribute to the progression of your relationship. He would like to do it alone.”
Huh. “Is that…a new directive?”
“Yes. Given before he left.”
“To…AL too?”
“Yes. Is there anything else you would like to know that I’m permitted to speak about?”
She turned her body as an idea hit her. “Has…Ethan ever had a girlfriend?”
“He had a wife.”
