Page 48 of Bound By Darkness

“Reach out to Aima,” Cambion says to Raflamir. “Tell her we will meet her here tomorrow.”

Raflamir nods as Saevel appears from the kitchen with a large bowl of something that smells heavenly. She starts with Eilish, serving her what appears to be beef stew with a variety of vegetables in a thick broth. Eilish looks up and nods in thanks.

“I’m not sure how you’re going to eat with your hands bound,” Saevel says. Clearly, she’s interested in Eilish and wants to know more. I’m sure Raflamir feels the same.

“I will feed her,” Revenant announces, once again causing jealous anger to spike within me. The truth of the matter is that I’m having one hell of a fucking time acting like whatever the hell this is between them isn’t upsetting me.

I force my attention to the plate of stew in front of me but suddenly, I’m not hungry anymore. I’m angry. Bitterly so. Steam coils up from my spoon as I force some of the sumptuous meal to my tongue. I don’t even taste it.

Instead, I watch from the corner of my eye as Revenant reaches down and ladles a spoonful for Eilish. Then he feeds her. She swallows, and Revenant spoons up another bite.

“She shouldn’t have to wear the ropes,” I say to Cambion. “Revenant was right when he said she isn’t guilty of anything.”

“The ropes stay,” Cambion responds firmly.

I grit my teeth. “She can’t even function,” I point out, my tone of voice seething.

“The ropes stay,” he repeats, then takes a bite of his soup and thanks Saevel.

“Cambion,” I start, but then I lose interest in arguing with him. Instead, I reach down and grip Eilish’s hands beneath the table. I begin fumbling with the ropes as she looks at me in surprise.

“Dragan?” she says and I delight in the sound of my name on her tongue. Immediately, I remember the last time I heard her name on my tongue—when I was in the middle of thrusting inside her, repeatedly.

“You need to be able to eat,” I answer and drop the rope on the floor as she rubs her wrists. Cambion glances at her newly freed wrists then at me.

“You and I are going to have a discussion later,” he promises.

“Yes, we fucking are,” I respond.

Eilish grips my hand beneath the table as if to steady my anger, but her touch only ignites my passion. She squeezes my fingers lightly, offering me a small smile of encouragement, before Revenant says something to her and she turns back to him. She smiles at him and shifts her hair over her shoulder and that’s when I see the marks on her neck.

Two dots, side by side.

The mark of the vampire.

The bite of the vampire.

And that seals it for me.

My stomach drops as my heart starts pounding and I subdue the need to rip her dress off and fuck her until she understands who her fucking man is. And it’s not fucking Revenant!

I don’t know the exact details obviously, but the fucker touched her. And the shameful blush on her cheeks each time she meets his stare is also telling. I can’t decide which I’d rather do—pummel my fists into Revenant’s smug face or bend Eilish over the table right here, right now, right in front of the bastard.

I can’t explain why, but I shift her hand and rest it against the growing bulge in my pants, snapping her eyes back to me. She’s shocked. I can see as much in her wide gaze. And she’s confused.

Well, fucking let her be confused because the first moment I have alone with her, I’m going to show her, in no uncertain terms, who the fuck she belongs to.

Even though I don’t know what the fuck to make of Eilish or how the fuck I should act around her,thisnever changes—this yearning that constantly swirls around us. I don’t know if it’s her powers or something else, but I feel it and I know she does. Or, at least, she used to. Who the fuck knows what she feels now? Especially after Revenant fucking got to her.

Those thin, elegant fingers wrap around my girth and I rock against her hand. The heat of her palm fixes something inside me I didn’t even realize was broken. But she calms my anger and turns it into something else—something carnal.

My eyes drop to the shadows beneath the table where Eilish sits beside me, my vision adjusting to the darkness as the constant hum of conversation around us continues. Revenant places his hand on Eilish’s thigh and, as I watch, he inches her gown up her thigh, pulling it still higher until the milky white of her skin is plainly obvious.

I want to howl my possession, but an unwelcome thrill causes my cock to thicken further. There’s somethingundeniably erotic about the sight of another man’s hand on… my woman.

I might not trust the vampire, or like him, but I see the way he looks at her.

I know the power of his desire, because it also echoes within me.

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