Page 40 of My Blood Is Yours

With a snarl and more force than I intend, I rend the blade from her hand, twisting her arm behind her back and thrust her against the wall.

“Help us, and maybe we’ll help you,thief.”

She chuckles, her body completely at ease—as if she’s been in this position a thousand times before. It’s a wretchedly worrisome thought.

“I’m all ears…”

Well… I wasn’t expecting her to be nearly so receptive.

“Soulbound.”

She enunciates the word as though spitting out a wad of sarcasm.

Hearing her affirm it aloud has my jaw clenching hard enough to crack a nut.

Shell, you pervert.

And no matter who she is to me, I’m definitely not naive enough to trust her with our precarious predicament—lest she use it against us. I have no doubt she would.

I hum thoughtfully, and it comes out more like a purr of pleasure that I have to force away by changing it to a growl. I sound entirely unwell.

From where the thief’s face is smooshed sideways against the wall, I can see one of her brows hike up as if she knows exactly what just happened.

A knowing, feline grin curls the corners of her lips.She then proceeds to wiggle her daemonic, wanton hips right against the rigid length of my cock pinned against my thigh.

The seductress lowers her voice to a husky purr.

“Ooooh, hello there. What’s your name, big boy?”

My grip on her tightens as a real growl rumbles from me, and I angle my hips away from her surprisingly soft but firm flesh.

“Stop that, wench.”

She cackles, ignoring me entirely, to jut her hips out, wedging her thick ass cheeks right on either side of my cock, and wiggles some more. “Wench? Which pirate ship did you just step off of?”

The sensation tears a snarl from my throat, even as my cock fully hardens to the point of pain, and my balls ache with the need to release.

“Gods damn it, female.Remove your hindquarters from my cock at once or so help meAkash…”

She seems to take pity upon the pain in my voice, suddenly taking me seriously. My eyes dip to where the delicate column of her throat works. “Alright, sorry… I thought…”

She seems to hesitate on the words. On the obvious.

That we are soulbound and we should sacrifice all our life’s plans for being given the gift of one another. That I should be one thousand percent on board with filling every wet hole my soulbound possesses with my seed. Fill her belly with my offspring. Fuck her, claim her, mark?—

“So what is it you want? Tick-fucking-tok, Seraphi. Guillotine, remember?”

Her words are a slap to my recalcitrant thoughts, and Ffion’s words return to me once more.

“… and through all your subsequent acts of goodness, you will be led to a fate far more beautiful—and filled with family and love—than you would have ever imagined. It is then that we will meet again.”

Going purely on intuition—and this bizarre, newfound, instinctual need—the question pops out of me without further thought.

“Tell me about this so-called guillotine and what do you need to avoid it?”

Her brows pinch. “It’s not a so-called guillotine. It’s an actual guillotine. And why do you care?”

I don’t bother to give her a response. She already knows the answer. Heaving a sigh, she relents.

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