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“One I’m sure Pomona already gave you the fucking answer to.”
Chapter
Twenty-Four
MAREINA
You're playing with fire, Mareina.
Despite my hatred for this male, there was a growing soul-deep ache for Nakoa physically, emotionally, spiritually… And every time he let his glamor down, the need intensified 1,000 fold.
And I did hate him
He’d fucking marked me.
I wanted to fucking weep.
What would Malekai say?
Would he even want me anymore?
I bit back my tears, settling further into my resolve to carry out my plan.
Lure him in… Stoke the flames of his lust, and perhaps even gain his trust… And then you will be free.
The only problem with this plan is that the tether between us wound impossibly tighter each time I opened myself to him… And now I was beginning to wonder if my plan was… flawed.
Not to mention…
I hadn’t had sex inyears.I had originally been absolutely certain that having sex with him wouldn’t even be a remote temptation.
He’d… fucked me with histail.And due to this wretched fucking tether inspired a lust comparable to that of venom, I’dwantedhim to.
When he’d been caressing me,the tether between us had radiated and hummed with tremendous force. The demand of the bond was a visceral thing so powerful, it brooked no argument. No doubt.
If I had previously had any lingering hopes that hewasn’tmyanim gemla -the sanguinati term forsoulbound -they had been utterly obliteratednow.
Even now, my heart had pounded a steady beat with the effort to smother this deeply unsettling feeling.
I needed to fucking speak with Miroslav. For some reason, he was protecting Nakoa. Why else would he fucking drug me unconscious to prevent me from killing Nakoa? Or was he trying to protect me by not murdering my own mate?
Either possibility was equally shocking.
And why wouldn’t he just tell me he was mysoulbound… instead of going about it so underhandedly?
Because you wouldn’t have listened. He knows you love Malekai.
Not to mention, Miroslav probably wanted me to suffer in at leastsome way.
Even if I wanted to be with this wretched bastard - which I absolutelydidn’t- how inAkash’sname would we escape Zurie’s wrath?
She was waiting for me to bring her hiscorpse.
As if sensing the turbulence of my thoughts, Nakoa leaned in, nuzzling his nose gingerly against my neck, which was… as unsettling as it was disarming.
Nakoa chuckled as if he could read my thoughts. His cock firmly pressed against my behind and thigh, where it was trapped by the fabric of his trousers.
“You may notwantto want me, but it doesn’t change the fact that youneedme. That youachefor me. Just as I do for you. Soon enough, I’ll get you to bloom for me, little rose.”
