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The rules had changed so abruptly after I’d first met Cyderial. There was no more playing in the courtyard, no more visits to my mother. We had all been locked inside under constant armed guard. So he could have a reason to keepmelocked inside under constant guard while the inconvenience of my age worked itself out.
I’d been kept in a bubble until he’d deemed me old enough to rape.
The suffering of all the other students… the executions. All of it was because he wanted me to himself.
He’d made me culpable.
Working at connecting the mess of my thoughts, I realized the needless violence over the past ten years, the executions. All of it had come from the madman still spilling fluid inside me. “You killed Private Cullen for no reason!”
“That damned boy!” Temper, the cold-blooded general had always had a strong reaction at the mention of the redheaded boy. “He gave us a full confession, Lorieyn. Private Cullen had every intention of fucking you. He was just working up the nerve.”
Gripping my hair by the roots, he forced my head back so I would have to see those eyes. Acid-green eyes burning as they always had. Yet I knew what that insanity was. It was pure obsession. “Private Cullen was desperate and already aware he was going to die. You’ve always been too sweet to think the worst of anyone. How you’ve made him some kind of saint in your memory is poison between us. He wasn’t a saint; he was a criminal.”
“Then what does that make you?” I was sick with anger and once again aching where he pulsated in my guts.
“It makes me your mate.” He’d spoken the words with deeply satisfied male pride. Cherished them on his tongue, smiling with joy and relief, as if he had waited a lifetime to say them aloud. “One willing to do anything required to keep you safe.Anything. Remember that as you contemplate retaliation. We have an eternity together, and I am a very patient man.”
Rippling his cock at that moment, as if to luxuriate in the confines of my body, he made no secret of the amount of delight being inside me gave him.
The way he thought to cup my face between his palms while rocking our bodies so his knot might tease my oversensitive seam. How he looked at me with such adoration, tracing fingertips over the shape of my features.
The man completely terrified me.
With a soft smile and languid caresses, he murmured, “I have studied every text I might find on how to please you. Listened to elders describe the process of opening a mate. The first time is painful for the female no matter how careful one may be. I counted the seconds of your suffering once your body chose me and began to bloom. Even then, driven as I was to mount you, I gave you time to see and feel. Please remember that when your hatred fosters only regret for the way you were claimed. I can bear your disgust, but I do not wish for you to be sad.”
But I wasn’t sad. I was devastated.
A direct opposition to his elation. This had been sacred to him. The way he murmured and stroked me, despite my open fear, unsettling. “You are mine now.For life. I can love you enough for both of us until you’re ready to accept me.”
Knowing there were two men outside who’d also heard my song, knowing I could have chosen the man I’d be tied to for the rest of my life, made me resent him all the more. This monster hadstolenme. “You took away my choice.”
The soft, proud thrum ushering from his chest was in strict contrast to the following threat. “Your song called tome, the strongest male.Youcalled to me after countless females had been unable to sway my attention. The universe compelled me to learn patience, leaving me waiting for one-hundred-and-forty-three lonely years until my genetic complement might be born. Now, we are bonded. Already, rapid alteration is taking place throughout every cell of your body, sealing you to me. We are one, and a female cannot be without her mate once he has claimed her.” Thoroughly pleased with himself, strong arms enclosed me in a gentle but firm embrace. “You’re angry now, but your body will crave mine. Youwillwant me. Do not resist, and I will be gentle with you.”
He could not make me want anything to do with him. “I will not submit.”
“I have ways to compel your submission.”
Where his drumming had faded to little more than a purr, it pulsed back to life.
“That won’t….” But I somehow lost the thread of what I’d been meaning to say.
The room began to smell wonderful again, a sweet spice mixing with the scent of sex. Wooziness followed, lulling me to grow liquid and unable to resist his warm caress.
Soft kisses came to my lips, my eyes, my nose. “Surrender.” Cupping my cheek to settle my head just so, the man murmured, “I will take care of you while you rest.”
In my stupor, I felt him lay me ever so gently back on the carpet, arranging my limbs for my comfort. My protruding belly felt the heat of warm palms, his massage working where I was swollen, the touch easing the discomfort of the crushing pressure.
I felt sogood.
His warm body against mine was dreamlike. His tongue at the shell of my ear and the filthy promises he made were delightful.
The strong male showed me he knew what to do with my body, so I purred under his touch and exploded with a shattering moan when he nipped at my throat and fingered the sensitive flesh stretched tight around his knot.
Cunt, he’d called it in those lurid whisperers. Cum, seed, a binding promise that made me totally his. The handsome blond with a strong body and the power to take what he wanted.
Waves of fluid came to splash against my insides, more for me to bear.
When I was full, he began to knead my protruding belly from a new angle. Unsure why he did it, sleepy and spent, I wanted him to stop so I might rest.
