Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
If only I’d paid more attention to all the BDSM romance novels I devoured back home. Maybe then I’d have a better understanding of why I react this way to his ruthless dominance, his crooned threats, his statements of ownership. And why I always end up being helplessly aroused and indignant at the same time.
He may have a wall up most of the time, but Krav sure knows how to wrap me around his giant, taloned finger when it comes to sex. And surely that’s a good start. Plenty of people start out as fuck buddies and wind up being more. I’ll figure out a way to reach his heart.
As the vibrations ebb and flow against my thrumming clit, I close my eyes and distract myself from the gnawing ache with a question:
How do you get an emotionally unavailable demon to fall for you, anyway?
Nine
Krav
I do not intend to torment my fiery Omega for long but I need a moment to myself, to untangle my thoughts. For as much as I enjoy indulging myself with her physically, she brings unending confusion into my life. Everything was straightforward, predictable… simple… before she came along.
And now?
Now my moods shift like the purple sands of the Yazebii desert just beyond my kingdom when the scorching winds twirl them to and fro. Contentment, lust, rage, frustration, and dread seize me without warning, often battling each other for dominance within me.
Mount Vracor is quiet, which proves the myth of it being a reflection of the king’s mood to be false. I am in turmoil.
All because of that infuriating, beautiful Hoo-man with hair like flames and a scent more potent than all the kasewl in the world. And she had the temerity to accuse me of shutting her out? Of placing some invisible barrier between us so she cannot get close to me? Pah!
I prowl back and forth in the adjacent room to hers, close enough that I can hear her should she call for me but far enough away to have space to think. To regain control.
Did I misjudge our cycles? Am I still in rut? Is that why I feel so… disordered?
Replaying all our recent conversations in my mind, I work to find the source of my current disquiet. Frankly, it could be any or all of them. Renee has a way of riling me unlike anyone I’ve met before, which is partly why she’s now tied to the bed, writhing with frustration, waiting for me to return and grant her what she so desperately wants. I had to reestablish dominance. She is the pet. I am the Master.
Ulf knows, Plutus gives me no such trouble, and he is by far the deadlier of the two.
After the conversation we had about what she referred to as BDSM, I thought giving her a collar would be a good way to remind her of her place. I wasn’t prepared for the surge of pride I’d feel upon seeing it locked around her pale throat. A symbol of my ownership of her.
My castle is filled with treasures. I’ve always collected things of beauty, or value, or both, since I was young. I’m also insanely possessive. My mother once remarked on that, after she accidentally spilled some juice on one of my scrolls, ruining it. I flew into such a rage that I almost attacked her. She later confided in me that for a brief moment, she’d been afraid for her life as I ranted and raved, destroying the ruined scroll and several others, shredding them and announcing that she would be next if she touched any of my things again.
It wasn’t that she’d ruined the scroll that infuriated me—it was that she’d touched it. “It may be a blessing after all that there are no more Omegas,” she said later, when I had calmed down somewhat and apologized for roaring at her. “If you’re this possessive over a mere scroll, I dread to think how you’d be with a mate when you’re in rut.”
“I have no need of a mate,” I told her, “since I have no desire for offspring, and prefer my own company.” My father would never approve of my refusal to continue his line, but I was old enough to want to defy him.
She gave me a long, assessing look, her unusual eyes searching my face. Then, “You’ll change your mind, my son. When you’re grown, you’ll come to appreciate what a blessing it is to have a companion in life. You are not meant to rule alone. I pray that Ulf in His wisdom blesses you with an Omega, and if not an Omega, another who can rule beside you as a queen.”
Unwilling to argue, I remained silent, but inwardly, I had scoffed. And who was proven right in the end? Who now has an Omega and yet still no inclination to make her his queen? Who uses magic to ensure there will be no offspring?