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Renton took her waist in his hands and hauled her nearly off his cock.
“No—”
He brought their bodies back together with force then maneuvered her hips to give slick, lovely friction to that little bundle of nerves.
“I want you aching, Tenah.”
Another thrust of his hips drove her head back, and a cry ripped from her throat. Chaos dug sharp, poisonous hooks into her.
Visions of a younger death king slammed into her, drawing a whimper from her parted lips.
The death king’s long arm wrapped around her head, tucking it against his chest in a comforting embrace.We take care of each other. That’s how we survive. It’s you and me against this horrible, condemned world.
He took her finger and broke the skin on the tip of a white fang. Crying out, she tried to jerk away, but his grip was firm.Punishing. He directed the bead of her blood over his own punctured finger. Foreign words tumbled from his lips before a flash of blue light from his ring overcame her.
His haunting voice echoed in her ears.Now I will know if you are ever in danger. You do not have to fear death. Not when you have me to protect you.
Present in her body once more, Tenah blinked up at Renton’s twisted expression. Why did he suddenly look like he was in pain? What the hell hurt him?
Warm liquid dribbled down her arm and splattered onto her chest. Her eyes lowered to where her fingers had burrowed into the damaged skin over Renton’s heart.
Her stomach lurched.
Ours, Chaos rumbled.
She ripped her claws free—yes, actual fucking claws—and smashed her back into his headboard, desperate to put space between them. Blood oozed from five small punctures in his flesh.
Renton didn’t so much as move. Why did he look so unconcerned?
“I’m so…so sorry.”
Mortified, she tugged her shirt down and rushed to the bathing room in search of something to halt his bleeding. Her heart beat too fast against her heaving ribcage. Her disgusting claws had retracted, but her black nails remained split entirely in two.
Chaos had done that, and somehow, she hadn’t even felt the pain. She wasn’t in control at all.
Tenah dashed back to the bed where Renton now knelt, a furrow in his brow.
“Stop freaking out,” he said much too softly.
Ignoring him, she pressed the cloth to his chest with trembling fingers.
He took her face in his hands and forced her to meet his gaze. “Stop. It’s okay.”
She inhaled a jagged breath as he eased the cloth away from his wounds.
“They’re superficial,” he said.
“This time. What about next time?” All the nagging worries from the archives threatened to flood back in and drown her. “I can’t do this with that…thing calling to me,” she admitted weakly. She hated that she’d added to his collection of scars.
“Okay.” Renton climbed off the bed.
He withdrew a small vial from a cabinet and drank down the contents. By the time he returned to her side, his wounds had knitted back together. He used the cloth she’d retrieved to swipe away the blood. Then he retrieved her skirt and new clothes for him.
Once they’d both dressed, he extended a hand to her. “Come on. Let me cook you dinner.”
Her brows rose, her jaw dropping. “Are you kidding me? My magic just tried to kill you.”
“I’ve experienced worse things.” No trace of anger or fear in his face. “Look, I’m not going to let you leave on this note. Because we both know you would never permit yourself to touch me again if I did.”
