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“I’ve told you I won’t take you until you beg me to do so. One could consider this as giving into your wishes.”
Her chin lifted and her gaze darkened. “I’ve told you I won’t beg you to fuck me.”
There was her spunk again. It would be foolish to believe she’d softened to me quickly.
No, when I finally claimed this female, it would be in a fiery rush.
And she’d meet me more than halfway.
Chapter12
Rhoslyn
Iscrambled out of his arms and put distance between us.
His cock had started to rise, and my body had responded. Heat rocked through me, centering in my core.
Soon, he’d need to rest. He’d insist I must lie with him.
He was right that he wouldn’t need to force me. I’d willingly submit to his claiming.
Even now, his sardonic gaze tracked me like a hunter with prey. Rising, he strode toward the stairs. “Come. Your first task is at hand, tiny mate.”
“I’m not fucking you,” I squeaked, staring about wildly.
His low laugh rang out. “Not yet, lovely one. But soon. Come.” He barked out the command once more. “I need to bathe, and you will assist me. I’m too weary for rutting at the moment.”
Alright, I could help him with his bath. My hands shook and my skin prickled in a way I didn’t like. I was beginning to crave him, and I didn’t like that either. “No fucking after your bath either.”
“We shall see.” Patience ruled his voice. How long before it snapped?
“You need to know that I’m not a maiden.” I started up the stairs behind him.
“Neither am I.”
I frowned as we reached the next level. “How old are you?”
“Thirty.”
Five years older than me. “Despite your bragging, there are few females here. Do you mean you’ve been with males?”
He twisted a few levers mounted along the side of the stone tub, sending steaming water gushing into the center, filling it quickly.
“I don’t scorn such a thing,” he said. “Though it isn’t something I’m drawn to.”
“You said you’ve been with others.”
“Just one. Not others.” His steely gaze met mine. “There was a woman I thought I might someday mate with, though she wasn’t my true mate. Ten years ago, she was killed by the shaydes along with my mother.”
My breath caught. No wonder he behaved in a harsh, angry manner. “I’m sorry.” He must mourn both of them greatly.
“She was a good female.” He removed eight blades of varying sizes from the straps around his waist, placing them in a cabinet I’d missed mounted on the wall. He started untying his loincloth.
My heart stung at the thought he’d cared for another, though I had no right to feel jealous, especially about a poor woman who’d been murdered by the creatures from the sea.
As he stripped, I took note of the shadows of early bruises and the deep gashes on his torso, thighs, and arms. A slash cut from his right eye, across the cheek below it, and ended at his chin. It no longer bled, but it had. The smear told me he’d swiped the wetness away and continued fighting.
“You’re wounded.” It was all I could do to hold back the urge to fret and flutter around him. I had no herbs, no bandages to heal him.
