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He brings his lips to my ear. “You won’t fuck anyone else. If you do, I’ll find out and destroy them. Do you hear me? There is no other fae alive who could take me. You aremine. This wet little cunt ismine.”

My eyes widen at his dirty mouth. And why is it so fucking hot when he speaks to me like that?

I moan as heat pools in my lower belly. “Actually, there is another fae alive who can take you,” I pant, scoring my nails down his muscled back. “Me.”

And if he hurts someone I care about, I will step in.

“Astrid—”

My moans cut him off as I start to come all over him, and he joins me, his spine stiffening as he releases inside me. He rests his forehead against mine with his eyes closed as we catch our breaths, and I feel that he’s already hard again inside me. He presses a gentle kiss to my lips. Then he pulls out, sliding his cum all over me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, sitting up, turned on as he coats my inner thighs.

“Making sure you’re covered in my scent before I drop you off with a bunch of males I don’t fucking trust,” he seethes, his jaw tightening. His eyes are now swirls of ocean blue and shadowedblack, and I know it must be hard for him to send his mate away to another kingdom. But it’s also hard for me to be here, reminding me of his fucking omissions and lies.

Rolling my eyes, I get up and go to have a bath. He follows me, sitting by the tub when I slide in.

“When will you be back?” he asks, his gaze locked on mine.

Shrugging, I pick up some soap and start to clean myself. “I don’t know, tomorrow?”

Shadows streak his eyes. “Remember that favor you owed me? To be called upon at my time of choosing?”

It feels like I made that agreement a lifetime ago when he let August leave the royal dungeons.

“Yes?” I reply warily, wondering if he will ask me to stay.

“Come back tonight,” he orders.

My eyebrows rise. “You’re using the favor for that?”

“I am,” he replies, rubbing the back of his neck. “I want you back in my bed tonight.”

I study him for a few moments before hesitantly agreeing. “Okay, I’ll be back tonight then.”

His shoulders relax slightly, and he nods slowly before joining me on the opposite side of the tub. Rave doesn’t bring up Vera or Vale. He lifts my feet onto his lap and starts massaging them, his head tipped back, eyes hooded.

I know he means everything he says.

He would try and destroy any other man who had me.

But what he needs to remember is that the winning team…

… is always going to be whichever one I stand on.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Astrid

We zip together, and he stands with me at the large iron gates. It’s colder here than in Aravelle today. The sky is overcast, gray, and gloomy. Rave doesn’t seem to want to let go of my hand, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. “I’ll come back for you tonight.”

Pursing my lips, I shake my head. “No, I will come back by myself.”

“Astrid—”

“I agreed to be back tonight, and I will.”

He nods slowly and pulls out a necklace from his pocket. “I got this for you. Hold the stone and say my name, and I will come for you.”

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