C

illa washes over the r

m

de hair is secured in a tight coil at her nape and like always, I am filled

take me in and she offers

se me,

to her greetings. It has become a ritual of s

xactly I'm asking release from. This god's forsaken

the sigh

r, her body, her lips--what the red, succulent buds will ta

ld be

s a H

. My f*cking m

dess's way of punishing me for

nt, she says with a s

ing irritation wel

t even know you! I doubt you

d

ts. "What

ug. "

ion. "Wrong." She turns away and starts to lay out food fr

loving the way her name ro

nd soon after the sweet scent of her aro

e sound, eyes s

"Hike up your skirt and come sit on my face. You could be ri

pression widens

I laugh. The s

joying each other's company. But no, I am chained to a

r mate is nothing to be ashamed of. The average number of ti

ew times before snapping shut. She straightens and points a ladle in

e, sudden anger tig

ppens, doesn't it? Of course, it does, because it's the only explanation for our pair

e turned into

mid-senten

turn you,

want that?? I'm perfectly o

't matter what she is in the lon

few seconds, then conti

looks serene, a delectable flush staining her cheeks from our argument. My gaze drops to her pe

o

eed

tance that I notice I am straining toward h

piece of toast in front of my lips.

emale connives

minal to use the word connive in the twent

clamp around her fingers

. I shoot rock hard at the sou

arm and I see gooseflesh bre

ay and shoots me a dark loo

k tips my lips to the

ly, ears reddening. She's so expressive. Unbidden, my cock swells ev

g. "My offer still stands," I say.

oke. But I'm laughing again. When the plates are cleared, she tips

e. "Have the Hunters threatened you?" I tamp down the emotion when I realize I have no right to

zle I haven't been able to fix. Or want to. If it turns out th

would t

n't hate her

for my ca

e she isn't fully in with th

le for my

en's su

lley out of the room, saying over her sho

and I'm left to the

egin phase o

my flesh. But even as blood starts to flow I don't falter. Clenching my teeth I clamp my eyes shut a

muscles, broken fingers, and protruding bones greet me. I've already sta

inding pain as I make quic

hite ceilings, chest heaving. Sweat slicks

rag myself up to a sitting position. I take

les sho

At the first swipe, the chains give away and I rip at the manacles. Bits and p

second one, I drop back

vily, I let my e

ition for long moments