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“Igor…” I say. “I can’t do that.”
He needs to know that there is a slim chance I am doing that. Dancing is bad enough, dancing seductively in front of other people for Igor is a disaster, especially with my belly.
He laughs again. “I would have to gorge out all their eyes if anyone saw you dancing with your pregnant belly, and even if you weren’t, they would all need to close their eyes.” He tells me with ease, but I catch the serious intent behind them.
I find it comforting, not because of all the violence he is willing to issue on my name, but the relief that I don’t have to dance. “Will you tell them I’m not dancing?”
“Yes, we will forgo that tradition.”
“Then what else is supposed to happen today?”
“I will claim you and I will announce you to everyone and introduce you officially.”
“Oh.” I manage.
His face turns more serious. “There’s also the matter of your past marriage.” He pauses. When I don’t say anything, he says, “That tie needs to be severed and you need to be officially mine.”
“How?”
“A vow ceremony.” He says, his eyes not leaving mine even for a second.
“Okay,” I answer.
“You sure you ready?”
“I have been ready since I first kissed you.” I smile a little at the memory and so does he.
“I still remember that day when you kissed me and demanded me for yourself.” He reminisces with a smile.
“I knew what I wanted and if it was up to you, we would still be lusting after each other on the same bed and not doing anything.”
He sighs. “I’m glad you did. I didn’t think you were ready for what I wanted from you.”
“But my was I ever.” I grin and lean in. I kiss him, remembering everything we have done to and for each other. All the times he has made me cry his name and owned me.
He returns the kiss with his own passion and possessiveness. His hands pull my dress up and hot anticipation of what’s to come makes me want to bounce on him. His tusks graze my collarbone and I exhale as his hand travels up my thighs possessively.
A timid knock disturbs us, and I hear and feel Igor’s angry low growl.
“Who is it?’ I call with equal amounts annoyance and amusement.
“It’s Mulan. King Gremlo is ready for you.” Her voice comes out small and unsure on the other side.
I pull from Igor, and he doesn’t let me loose. His eyes communicate his hunger. He wants me now.
“We are coming.” I say loud enough for Mulan.
“You are not leaving this room right now, Aria.” He says, no jokes or teases in his voice.
“Let’s go and hear what your uncle has to say.” I try to move again, and he doesn’t allow me.
I see the contemplations going on behind his eyes. He is really thinking about not letting me go.
“You have all the time in the world to keep me in this room. Let’s go and make nice with the leader. For me and the babies.” I try again.
That clicks something in him, but he still doesn’t let me go. So, I take his face in my hands. “If you do, then tomorrow you can keep me in bed all day,” I say.
He groans, leaning back to the wall, finally loosening his hold a little. “Fine. I will allow it.”
