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He growled low in his chest, baring his fangs in frustration as his twin cocks surged again beneath the water. His arousal waspainfulnow, steel-hard and unrelenting. His body was demanding he return to her. Finish what he started.Takeher.
Hecould.
She was his.
And yet…
He’d seen her eyes. Wide, dark, furious. Burning with loathing and indignation.
She had climaxed—yes—but she had done so while hating him.
And that… for some maddening reason… made him hold back.
Zarokh curled a clawed hand against the stone edge of the pool until the stone cracked beneath his palm.
What was thisthingin him? This flicker of hesitation. He was warlord of the Drekar stronghold. Ruler of the riverlands from the Ashen Peaks to the Blackroot Valley. His name alone made others lower their gaze.
He had taken her from her world.
He had fought for her.
He had fed from her.
She belonged to him.
So why did he leave her? Why did he walk away?
Because if he had stayed a moment longer, he wouldn’t have stopped at feeding.
And the look in her eyes… that mix of helpless hatred and raw, reluctant pleasure… it would have turned him savage.
He would havedevouredher.
Instead, he was here. Steam swirling, cocks throbbing beneath the surface, his fangs aching in his mouth.
Enduring.
Barely.
Waitingfor control to return.
But even now, behind his closed eyes, he saw her face. Felt her body against his. Heard her breath catch when he touched her.
And gods help him…
He wanted her again.
CHAPTER 23
She woke to silence and light.
For a moment, Cecilia thought she might have imagined everything. The alien bed, the heavy drapes, the scent of stone and smoke andhim. But then the ache set in. Her body throbbed, especially at her wrists, where his grip had pinned her down. And her neck—sharp and tender—burned faintly beneath her skin.
She touched the spot and flinched.
He’d bitten her.
The memory rushed back like a punch: his mouth at her throat, the heat of his body, the impossible strength, the taste of pleasure tangled with fury.
