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She wished the Wise One had thought to tell them about Vaath’s father’s involvement with thedrakks, but perhaps the holy man hadn’t known about the storm that had been closing in. After all, who would suspect the former king of such plotting against his own people and his own son? Though the royal had made her uneasy and she’d known Vaath didn’t respect him, she was still shocked to her core by his duplicity.

Esmay mumbled a quick goodbye to Faith and Marxx, her mind swimming with the warning about the ‘crazy freaky rough sex’ coming her way.

Would Vaath really attack her the second he saw her?

Chapter 26

As soon as Esmay entered the medical wing near the banquet hall, a menacing growl sounded behind her. She spun around and saw Vaath standing along the wall, his muscles tensed and his eyes pitch black. His fierce expression startled her and she found herself backing away from him, only for him to stalk her until he had her backed into a room and against a bed. A glance around showed they were alone, for which she was grateful. What if Faith’s warning held substance?

She studied him further and was relieved to find him no longer covered in his enemies’ blood. He wore nothing but a pair of tight black shorts that reminded her of boxer shorts, a garment she’d never seen him wear before. Someone must’ve dressed him while he received treatment. Another quick look around showed no sign of any doctors or medical assistants. They were truly alone.

“I-I was told you were in here receiving treatment,” she said, her mouth suddenly dry. She glanced at his bare chest, but she saw no sign of the stab wound. “Are you all right? When that male stabbed you, my heart nearly stopped, Vaath. I was so worried about you.” She placed a hand upon his chest, but his face didn’t change, causing a shiver to run down her back. “Vaath?”

Nostrils flaring wide, he leaned down and inhaled deep, smelling her hair and her neck. Goosebumps prickled all over her, even as her lower belly tightened and heat gathered between her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat when Vaath’s nostrils flared even wider and a menacing growl escaped him.

He won’t hurt me. Not really.

But his eyes were still unnaturally dark. She’d read something once about a material developed by scientists that was the blackest black, capable of absorbing over 99.9% of all light. That was Vaath’s gaze in this moment. She tried to wiggle out from between him and the hospital bed, but he grabbed ahold of her shoulders and held her in place. His grip was as hard as the time he’d grabbed her during an argument, but this time they weren’t fighting about something. No, this time was different.

“Vaath?” she tried again, hoping to reach him.

His only response was another growl. He touched her hair, rubbing it between two fingers as he smelled her again, inhaling deeper and longer than before. Without warning, he stepped back, only to reach forward and rip her dress off. Her bra and panties came next, and she stood before him in nothing but her slippers. Faith’s slippers, technically. She had borrowed the dress and shoes from her friend, hurrying to dress up before running off to the arena to watch her mate engage in multiple battles to the death.

And he’d won. He had just killed ten huge Martian males fighting by hand and horn. A glance up showed a speck of blood on his left horn, but it didn’t bother her. The blood wasn’t his and he was alive, his wounds already healed. She placed a hand upon his chest, touching the spot where he’d been stabbed, but he didn’t so much as flinch. This area of his skin was blue and smooth with no hint of the smallest cut, let alone a serious stab wound.

“I-I’m grateful for the doctors who treated you,” she said. “I’m glad you’re all right.” Again, her mouth felt dry, and she swallowed hard as she tried to calm her nerves.

In the next instant, Vaath growled loud enough to make her scream. Before she could recover from his outburst, he grabbed her and turned her around, bending her over the bed. He reached between her thighs, stroking a hand through her wetness. She couldn’t help it—seeing this vicious side of him excited her, even though there was a small part of her that feared him right now. He seemed to be out of his mind.

What if he went too far?

She heard a ripping noise and the whoosh of fabric as he tossed his undergarments away. A second later, she felt his cock pressing between her thighs, driving straight into her, a fast and deep thrust that stole her breath.

She clutched onto the bed as he started pounding into her. His rapid plunges pushed the bed against the wall, and she had no choice but to remain in place, bent over the bed while he fucked her with animal savagery.

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There wasa constant roar in Vaath’s head. His vision was blurry, but he scented his mate underneath him, and he kept surging into her, claiming the female who belonged to him. In the back of his mind, a voice whispered that he ought to slow down. She was a small human and he must treat her gently.

With great effort, he drew in a deep breath and stilled within her.

“Esmay,” he said, finally finding his voice. He had heard about the instincts that followed in the wake ofvooggand had considered warning his mate beforehand, however, he had convinced himself he possessed enough self-control to keep from ravaging her like a beast in rut.

“I’m here Vaath.”

“Do not be afraid,” he managed to say. Why was it so difficult to form words? His mental processes were a bit incapacitated as well. It was as though once he caught the scent of his mate, he had lost the ability to think rationally.

“I’m not scared. I-I know you won’t hurt me. I trust you.”

Even in his lust-dazed state, her words penetrated his consciousness, bringing him comfort. His beloved mate trusted him. He recalled the exchange they had shared before he ran off to prepare forvooggand his chest tightened with emotion. Not only did she trust him, but she loved him as well. And he loved her. They’d confessed their feelings during a tense moment, when the future loomed uncertain before them, but the words rang true inside his head.

He had finally managed to conquer Esmay’s heart.

But in the process, she had conquered his as well.

“You are mine,” he said in a strained tone, still finding it hard to speak.

“Yes, Vaath, I am yours. Now take me. Take me and finish this.”

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