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But before touching me, hand hovering above my cunt, he finds my eyes and says, “You may have no way of knowing this, but none of this is normal. None of this has precedents. Not for me.” He waits for my uncertain, fitful nod and then runs his finger against my entrance.
I arch my back, fingers scraping against the blankets.
“Good?” he asks, mouth sliding across my abdomen. “Like this?”
“F-fuck,” I whimper as my bones liquefy. It’s his hands on me. His warmth. His Alpha scent. It’s strong, aggressive, but also right and pretty and aching in a way I’ve never experienced before.
“This is just a taste,” he says, “of what I’ll do to you. When you come back to me.”
“I w-won’t. You should give me all of it now—” My breath rushes out in a gasp as he takes his hand away. I nearly beg him to put itback, but when my eyes spring open, I catch him in the act of licking my wetness off his fingers. His pupils shrink smaller than the eye of a needle.
“Good?” I ask, raspy.
He doesn’t nod or agree, and I experience a moment of fear that I might not be to his liking. But as I’m about to ask, he takes off his shirt. I blink wistfully at the knots of scars on his chest, the wounds that I wish I had been there to treat for him.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he says.
I nod, waiting for him to climb over me—and then melt into the bed when I realize that he didn’t mean mymouth. His aimless, assured, leisurely licks quickly turn into something greedy and violent. His guttural “fuck” followed by a groan, tells me that yes.
Thisisgood.
“Youwillcome back to me,” he whispers against my skin. “And I’ll punish you for making me wait. And I’ll keep you underneath me for weeks. And you will admit that I was right all along.”
I can’t let myself believe a word of it. So I sink back into the pillow when I feel a shiver run down my spine, and the pleasure crashes into me.
Chapter19
THE CONCESSION
Gabriel
Martia and Ivar meet me outside my rooms in the silent hours before dawn.
“Do we have confirmation?” I ask.
“House Larsen is planning on making a move tomorrow,” he says, sounding remarkably awake despite the sudden summons.
“Time?”
“Late morning, according to my sources.”
“Sabotage?”
He nods. “They’re planning to disable the sealing systems in the military wing.”
“But they’ve also been gathering weapons and forces,” Martia adds. “They might be planning attacks on multiple fronts. As you suspected.”
“Make sure we?—”
“We have people watching their every move, yes.” She glances at the door I just closed behind me. “What about…?”
“She wants to return to House Larsen, yes.” I don’t even try to keep my tone neutral. I have no doubt that they can smell what just happened between me and Sofia.
“Good,” Ivar says. “That’ll guarantee that everything is by the book, and?—”
“It’s not fuckinggood.” I close my eyes. Since punching my brother and thrashing the corridor will accomplish nothing, I reluctantly concede, “But it might be for the best. If they’re still debating whether to retaliate on me for claiming the Right, the state in which I’ll send her back will tip them over.” I run a hand down my face, already regretting every single thing that came out of my mouth. It’s too dangerous. It’s wrong. She belongs exactly where she is right now. She’s finally starting to smell the way she was always supposed to, and fuck anyone who is interested in changing that.
Fuck House Larsen.
