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Away from him. Away from myself.
I didn’t know that the bond would chase me, curling around my chest, but it felt like a noose around my neck. I closed my eyes, thinking of the iron collar. He did this to me. He put the living, breathing thing inside of me.
“Remove your dress.” His voice was cold, quiet, and dangerously even.
I stiffened before I glanced at him, but he was naked and stood in front of me. His cock stood upright. The tip was—
“Or I will do it for you.”
I was no longer a maiden. My cheeks heated as I recalled how I’d begged for him the first time. I wished the memories remained lost.
I was the daughter of Donald. They called me Liùsaidh Flamehair for my fire and my short temper. I sank into all my anger and despair from the night-watching.
I placed my hand on his belly, pushing him back before standing up. I tore off my cloak and pulled up my dress, tugging it off before I threw it in his face.
It fell on the floor between us.
His lip curled ever so slowly at the corner. I swallowed.
He dove. I ducked.
What was I thinking?
Chapter 21
Vargr
My fingers brushed her back as she ducked. She shrieked as she ran for the door. I stood dazed for a moment, entranced by her arse cheeks jostling like ripe fruit ready for plucking.
She reached the door, and I snapped out of my trance. I jumped on the bed and leapt in the air, stretching my leg out as I landed beside her.
I scooped her into my arms before she touched the door. Through the bond, I sent a numbing sense of calmness to her.
Sköll was pleased.
Silent now, the hunt forgotten. She was back in our arms, exactly where she belonged. His rage cooled the moment we touched her.
That was all it took.
Liùsaidh’s head lolled back. The frown slowly disappeared as I continued to induce calm.
I carried her to the bed—our bed. The place where I chained her, where I claimed her, where she came undone again and again in my arms.
Now she knew she could never escape me.
Her scent was sweet and salty, soaked in slick from her panicked run, and it rose to meet me. I inhaled deeply. My cock jerked, heavy and aching. Weeks of seed-surge coiled in my loins, heavy and waiting for release.
Her gaping bloom was mine to worship, to fill.
To wreck again.
“I won't ever release you, Liùsaidh. I’d hunt you down, searching every corner of the earth. In this world and the next,” I murmured, placing her on the bed.
Her face hardened for a moment before she softened. Her clear blue eyes locked into mine, but I felt a subtle defeat in the bond. It wasn’t enough to resign herself to her fate, and I would never relent.
“You don’t believe it yet, but the Gods brought us together. Do you think any other woman would’ve survived the bond? Survived me?” I murmured, crawling over her, never breaking her gaze.“No. You were chosen, my flamehaired warrior.”
I moved down her body, parting her thighs and groaned.
