Page 28 of My Blood Is Yours

After I managedto stop sobbing against Evandriel’s chest—thoroughly dousing it in tears and snot, none of which he batted an eye at—I don’t bother trying to sneak back into Forsythe’s. I simply walk through the front door, numb and unconcerned as to whether or not he notices.

He doesn’t.

The house is so still and silent that I wonder if he’s returned to his laboratory.

SARIEL

The heavy footfall of Evandriel’s boots echo down the hall, stirring me into wakefulness. The scent of powder and flowers drifts towards me, making my heart and my cock throb. The latter of which is promptly replaced with fear and anger when I take in my mate’s distraught emotional state. While her appearance, outside of her hollow expression, gives nothing away, even without my magic I canfeelthe grief working through her.

“What have you done?”

What’s even more unsettling is that I can feel Evandriel’s sadness as well. He doesn’t bother to reply, merely holds my gaze as he opens the cell door. Unlike Forsythe, he doesn’t bother to tighten my chains until I’m splayed against the wall. He just shuts the door behind Elowen as she runs into my arms.

Anxiety takes hold of my chest like a vengeful fist, even as I’m flooded with relief that my mate is in my arms.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Forsythe requested more samples.”

Elowen buries her face in my chest as my arms instinctively scoop her into my embrace and sit down on my pallet with her in my lap.

“Tell me what’s wrong,mea floarea,so I can fix it.Please.”

She shakes her head against me. “There’s nothing to fix...”

Elowen tilts her head back to look up at me as she explains what Evandriel told her. It makes me want to tear his head off. And to think my mate could have gone her entire life in peace without having to hear such a wretched thing. Even if I, myself, would want to know the truth. I express as much. She shakes her head. “He didn’t say it to hurt me. I don’t think he meant to say it at all. I forced him to tell me.”

The reassurance does nothing to quell my ire for whoever—or whatever—has distressed her. I want to press her for answers, but as she sags against me, face buried in my chest, I can’t bring myself to steal her comfort. Instead, I sink onto the bed pallet, pulling her into my lap, holding her in the protective cocoon of my body as I press soothing kisses to her forehead and run my fingers through her hair.

The whine of the metal door down the corridor announces Evandriel’s return, followed by the chattering squeaks from the wheels of the trolley. He wisely remains safely out of range from my claws and fangs as he rolls the cart into my cell, laden with buckets of steaming water and other items. Elowen doesn’t bother to move from my lap, and I’m glad for it. He’s already well aware of the nature of our relationship.

Evandriel points to a large pile of dark clothing. I can only guess he intends towillthem onto my body when he returns.

“For after your bath, etc… As per usual, Forysthe will be busy with his classes and surgeries for several hours. I have my own errands to attend to, but I shall see you in some hours’ time. And do be sure to bathe thoroughly. I’m not entirely sure when you’ll be given another opportunity.”

Anger bleeds into my veins at both this male and our foul circumstances. I clutch Elowen tighter in my arms, and I can’t help but notice Evandriel’s eyes linger there. My lip curls as alow growl rumbles from my chest. His eyes leap to mine, but his expression is empty. It shares the same hollowness that Elowen’s does.

Only a moment more passes as he turns to leave.

Elowen nuzzles closer, pressing her lush rump squarely against my quickly hardening cock, where only a thin bit of cotton sheet and the layers of her clothing separate us. She wiggles against it, sending my claws curling into her dress and the supple flesh beneath as I grunt my restraint.

“Would you like a bath?”

The chains are loose enough that I am now entirely capable of cleaning myself, but I can see the hopeful desire in her eyes. Still…

“You are distraught. You need my affections.”

She gives me a soft smile. “True on both counts, but bathing you would bring me immense fulfillment.”

I take my time searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation, before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Why don’t you let me bathe you, hm?”

She shudders. “In this frigid basement air? God, no.”

“There are other ways I could give you fulfillment...”

Her grin gradually sweeps across her face, and it makes that sweet fullness to the point of pain take hold of my heart again. “Do you, now?”

I shift both of us, laying her beneath me on my pallet. “Oh, yes, but I’d rather show you than give you mere words.”

Careful not to snag the material of her dress with my claws—even fully retracted their sharp points are still there—I tug at the string of her bodice. The fabric droops giving me a titillating view of the tops of her nipples and fullness of her heavy breasts. Pulling the fabric aside to bare her lush breasts, the sensitive peaks stiffen before my eyes. My fangs,and cock,throb with need to claim her, a hum of pleasure rumbles in my chest. Mypalms cradle the soft, luscious flesh, gently pushing her breasts together so that the short distance between the two is lessened for my hungry mouth.

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