Page 223 of Seer Prophet

He’d been so afraid of saying the wrong things, of scaring me.

I’d already felt some of it, though.

Enough to feel some jealousy of my own.

I wasn’t the first girlfriend of his to ask him that question, or who had gotten turned on at the idea of watching Revik with other people. I probably wasn’t even the third, or fourth… or tenth girlfriend with whom he’d had some variation of this conversation.

“Not girlfriend,” he said, fighting my light, even as he fought with his voice. “Wife. You’re mywife,Allie. You’re not my fuckinggirlfriend.”

I looked at him, meeting his gaze, but didn’t answer.

I felt his pain worsen as I climbed out from under the covers.

Briefly, I got up to my feet, standing over him on the bed, still watching his face, watching his chest heave in uneven breaths. He closed his eyes as he watched me, longer than a blink, but those eyes looked predatory again, flickering between that and frustration as he watched me look at him. His black hair stood up around his head.

His narrow mouth hardened as he studied my face.

Fuck. He was sexy as hell.

I really got what he meant about loving that and hating it at the same time.

Looking at him, it was easy to imagine how others had seen him––how some of them still saw him. How Dalejem saw him. I realized I wanted to know more about that, too, but I also didn’t want to know. Still, I couldn’t help feeling like maybe it was time for us to finally get into all of it, on both sides, if only to finally get over it.

As he looked at me with those colorless, glass-like eyes, all I felt was pain heating his chest. Looking at him now, I had a sudden urge to handcuff him to the bed.

To really do it this time. I wanted to use that same telekinetic block he’d used on me, only I wanted to tie him down completely, meaning all four of his limbs.

Maybe start by spending a few hours getting him over his hang-ups around how I gave head since I got back from China. Then a few more convincing him he had to be honest with me, or I would make his life really damned miserable until he was.

Maybe he even heard me, because I felt his pain intensify.

“Alyson.” He closed his eyes longer than a blink, clenching his jaw. “We should go see Lily now. Please. Please… I want to go do that now.”

He met my gaze, tears in his eyes.

He looked away long enough to wipe his face with the heel of his hand.

Something about that erased the image I’d just had of tying him up.

Probably because he mentioned our daughter.

I stepped back on the bedspread. I was about to jump off the bed, but he caught hold of my ankle, stopping me. Coiling his fingers around the bone, he made his light submissive.

“It’s not a dodge, Allie,” he said, his voice deeper. “I want to go see Lily. And then I want you to come back in here with me.” He laid his head on the pillow, opening his light, his eyes never leaving mine. “I want you to stay in here with me for a while.”

Clicking softly, I smiled humorlessly at him.

“A while?” I quirked an eyebrow. “What is ‘a while’ exactly, Revik?”

He didn’t return my smile.

“Until we have to leave,” he said.

When I didn’t answer, he made a vague motion with his free hand before letting it fall back to the bed. His face remained as expressionless as his eyes.

“I want to make love,” he said. “…I want to fuck, too. I want to fuck and make love for a really long time.” His fingers clenched around my ankle when pain coiled off my light. “I’ll let you do anything you want. You can tell me anything you want, ask me anything. But I’m feeling really possessive right now, and paranoid… and threatened. More than I want to talk about, to be honest, at least right now. Not until we do the other for a while.”

Swallowing, he met my gaze.

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