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Chapter 23

Rojtar

My shoulder still slightly throbs despite the large dose of burim root I took, but it is nothing compared to the wounds I suffered from the Njeri. Yet, for mykeeshla, I had let her guide me to the healer’s tent. We are gone from there, but she has not left my side since we returned to the village. While I will be perfectly fine, I love the fact that she hovers. It is a sign she truly cares for me.

Carter heard what happened and came to check on us, but once he saw all was well, he and the rest of the kits left to go explore the hills. They will return by the evening meal.

“You’re going to sit here and let me take care of you,” Abby says sternly.

A large bandage covers the wound near my shoulder and she carefully wipes the cloth around the outside of it to cleanse the dried blood Kyler did not get off.

“Nothing would please me more.”

She glances at me—perhaps to judge my sincerity—before returning to her task. “This is going to leave another scar.”

I stare back at her. “Do they bother you?”

Abby jerks her head up and shakes it rapidly. “No, of course not. I mean other than the fact I hate you were injured so badly to get them. It hurts knowing you’ve been so severely wounded. It also scares me a little.”

“What is it you fear?

She pauses from her task, folds her hands in her lap, and stares down at them. I tip up her chin with my fingertip so she has to meet my gaze. “Mykeeshlashould never hide her thoughts and feelings from her mate.”

“I’m scared you’re going to die and leave me with a broken heart,” Abby cries out and wetness pools in her eyes, but does not spill from them.

Despite her tears, hope rises and my soul light flares brightly within me.

“I’ve tried and tried to keep myself from falling for you, but no matter what I do you keep whittling away at my defenses.” She shakes her head. “You’ve kept every promise and made me trust you. You’ve made me believe in someone again. You’re steadfast and sure and I know I can count on you. With every word you speak, with every action you take, you show me how much you love me. That it’s safe for me to love you, too.”

Abby gulps in deep breaths. “Seeing you lying on the ground today—bleeding—and not knowing if you were going to live or die made me realize I need you in my life. I need your warmth. Your kind heart. Your protection. Yourlove. I need you with every fiber of my being. I don’t want to keep myself closed off anymore. I want to be free of the past. Free of the hurt my father and Henry caused me. I want to give my heart to you because I know, more than anyone, you’ll keep it safe.”

There is no resisting dragging Abby onto my lap and into my arms. I seal my lips to hers in a fierce and possessive kiss. I love this female more than anything. She is everything I ever wanted and more. Deeka knew what she was doing bringing mykeeshlato me. We were meant for each other. To heal each other’s loneliness. Our fate was written in the stars and beyond.

Abby draws her head back, but only far enough that she can meet my gaze. She scans my face and caresses my cheek with her soft fingers. I wait as patiently as I am able, because the next several beats of my heart are going to bring everything I ever desired. I feel it deep within me.

“I swore to myself that I had no desire to be vulnerable with someone again. It hurts too much. But there’s no denying how you make me feel.” Abby breathes in deeply and releases it. “Thank you for sharing your soul light with me. I will treasure the gift you’ve given me for all of eternity. I love you, Rojtar.”

As though understanding her words, the light within me shines as brightly as the sun and illuminates the interior of the tent. The strength of it reflects back at me from mykeeshla’seyes. Warmth fills me, becoming hot enough to burn and yet I am completely unharmed.

“Deeka has blessed me beyond measure by bringing you into my life. From now until we pass through the lands of the goddess—and even after that—my heart belongs to you.” I rest my brow bones against the furry lines above her eyes. “I love you, my Abby. Mykeeshla. My fated one.”

She tips her head back and our lips meet. The kiss is not rushed. It is filled with more than just passion. It is filled with hope. With trust. With love. It is the connection of two souls coming together to become one, no matter that she does not have a soul light. Abby and I are bound to each other in the way only fated mates can be.

“Make love to me,” she whispers.

“With pleasure.”

I slowly draw her chest covering up and over her head. Flame-colored hair spills down around her shoulders and grazes the hardened tips of her chest mounds. They are a pretty color that matches the shade her cheeks turn when she is angry. My mouth waters with the need to taste them. For whatever reason I imagine they are the flavor of the sweet shurup nectar I love so much.

Carefully, I lay Abby onto her bed of furs. She raises her hips for me to bring her leg coverings down. During our many pleasure sessions, I have touched her cunt with my fingers, but this is the first time I am seeing it. Her clit—the name she taught me—is swollen and begs to be caressed the way she likes. She is soft and pink—another word she shared—and before this turn is over, I will be inside her.

“You are the most beautiful being on the planet.”

“So are you,” Abby tells me.

“I do not think scarred males can be beautiful.” I smile softly at her.

She caresses my chest, careful of my recent injury. “If they’re you, they can be. Besides, if I think you’re beautiful then you just have to accept my word for it.”

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