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“That’s my beast pledging his oath to you,” he murmured against my hair.
“Gods help me,” I sniffed.
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The days passed by, but nothing changed. He still kept me in chains when we were at home. The simmering anger in me was at a boiling point. His weak excuses of‘losing’me were infuriating. Yet I couldn't bring myself to vow that I’d never leave. He caught me in one weak moment.
I wouldn't let my guard down again.
When I heard his heavy footsteps, I turned my back to him, facing the wooden wall. If only he kept weapons in this room.
“Isminn hjartlogistill angry with me?” he murmured when I didn't move.
“I’m not your flameheart. You're keeping me chained to your bed. May the wrath of—”
“Are your Gods going to strike me down?” he interrupted with a low chuckle.
My head twisted over my shoulder. “With lightningandbrimstone.”
His hair was perfectly braided on either side of his face. The handsome demon smirked at me. His trickery wouldn't work on me. I spat in his direction and faced my wall. Cursing him and the chain around my neck.
He settled behind me, pulling me down until I lay flat on my back. I folded my arms across my chest, eyes fixed on the dark wood above, avoiding the looming beast above me.
“You’re here for my beast and your safety,” he said softly, stroking my hair.“If you left, Sköll would tear this island apart looking for you. You’re safe as long as I have you in front of me.”
He raked his fingers through my hair and I suppressed a shudder, clenching my thighs together.
What was this new trickery?
“My beautiful flameheart,” he murmured low and deep until my belly trembled.
Magic?
Demon magic?
I placed a hand on my heart.
It beat erratically, racing and on fire.
Chapter 11
Vargr
Ibit my lip, trying not to moan at the scent of her heat approaching. She was the first mortal to succumb to a beast like me. Loki was teasing us both. Her chest rose and fell more rapidly. She placed her hand on her chest as if trying to calm herself. I moved to get the key for her chains. If the bond was successful, she would get her wish.
“Where are you going? Get back here!” she said, her voice high-pitched and trembling.
She looked at me with wide eyes.
“What am ah sayin’?” she muttered to herself, shaking her head.
I opened the chest and retrieved the key.
Sköll was bursting for us to mate with her.
She sat in the middle of the bed panting.
“I do not feel well,” she mewled.
