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That gets me his signature quarter smile, and he nods. “Some Elves can see the future,” he says.
“As in prophecy? Some Markaytians used to be prophets, back in the time of wizards, before they all died out.”
“Yes, like prophets. Any Elf can have a vision; some Elves will have more visions than others. I have many visions. My first vision told me of you.”
“Me?”
“Yes. I dreamt of marrying a dragon, our marriage was written in prophecy—though I haven’t yet found out if I ever tame him. He’s more misbehaved than I could have fathomed.”
I elbow him in the ribs. “Teach you for marrying wild animals, now get back to your story.”
“And demanding. It’s still not too late for that spanking you know.”
“Spank me all you want later, just finish the story,” I say, no less demanding.
He knows I’m teasing this time. His hand moves down to massage my cock. “In another vision, you die.” His hand squeezes my cocktoohard.
I moan into his ear. “So, you think if you keep me away from every source of danger, your vision won’t come to fruition?”
“Something like that.”
“Don’t you think me not evenhearingof danger is going a bit far?”
“With you? No. I’ve got your number, Tristan Kanes. You look for danger because you think it’s an adventure.”
I can’t argue with that. “What’s wrong with liking adventure?”
“Adventure is dangerous. You won’t be having much adventure after this trip is over—get used to it. You’ll be locked away safe in Mortouge where nothing can harm you.”
“Will I have my own tower? Will I have to grow my hair like that girl in the children’s fairytale?”
“Do not tempt me,” he says, with a smile in his voice. He’s still massaging my cock. “And I do like your hair long—you are never to cut it.”
He’s lucky I love my hair too. I’d never cut it. “Are we done talking now? I can put my mouth to far better uses.”
“What happened to your Markaytian sensibilities?”
“I’m not Markaytian anymore, am I?”
“Technically, I suppose not, but I’m learning there’s no way to take away the dragon in your blood and so a piece of Markaytia you shall always remain.” It means a lot to me. It’s Corrik’s way of apologizing for his fractious nature. “All right. I’m done lecturing you.”
“You think I don’t know when you’re lecturing me, but I always know.”
“I didn’t think I was making it secret,” he says and moves his hand to my nipples, squeezing each one hard as his other hand massages my arse. I don’t want him to stop, but I want to look at him more, so I turn around. Besides, if he continues like that, I won’t be able to concentrate on what he’s saying. Suddenly, he pounces on me and towers over top. He nips at my neck sending shivers through my body. I push my hips up trying to join my cock with his. His lips press to mine in a deep kiss. When he pulls away, his eyes are softer and resemble lilac more than their usual dark, cold violet. He’s changed a little, and it’s because of my near death. Twice.
Tomorrow he will be an over-protective maniac, but today, no matter what I do, he can’t find the will to stay angry with me.
Our sex is tender. The animal in Corrik is barely present, only for a few sharp thrusts at the end, and Iwouldcall it love making, if I loved Corrik.
But I don’t.
CHAPTER 14
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I thought to get ready for breakfast, but Corrik seems to have other plans. His tone, unfortunately, does not suggest anything sexual.
“Nowhere?”
