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I stop pretending I’m going to sleep. That question fires me up and I turn on him, so I face him when I respond. “How would you like it if I told you that from now on you will have a Markaytian name?”
He frowns. “What would my Markaytian name be?”
I try to think of something horrible. “Octavious.”
“Why Octavious?”
“Because it’s stuck up and priggish, just like you.”
His face splits into that beautiful smile of his I love, and he laughs at me again.
“I don’t see why that’s funny. I’ve just insulted you.”
“I don’t feel insulted, not when you’re so damned adorable, trying to get mad like that.” The laughter lights up his eyes now, turning them from cold, purple depths to bright violet beams.
Adorable?I’ll kill him with my bare hands.
I pounce and prepare to punch him in the face, drawing my fist back. I release it with all my might, but he captures each wrist as Ipunch. My hair flies everywhere as I struggle to get him to release them. When I give up, realizing I can’t escape his iron grip, I settle on glaring down at him. He smiles at me like I’m a wonderment sent by the Gods and his eyes focus on the large black tattoo of the Markaytian dragon embossed on my skin.
“It seems we’ve aptly named each other. Icanbe stuck up and priggish at times, even my mother says so, I don’t mind admitting that. Andyou—you are a dragon warrior—you have a fiery spirit.”
“Dragon warrior? Is that what Ka—is that what my Elvish name means?”
“Yes. The first time I saw you, I decided you looked as though you could fight a dragon. I know your name, Tristan, meansgreat warrior, and that Kanes is the family of the Dragon—I know you have dragon thrumming through your blood,” he says.
I’m not sure what to say. He’s put a lot of thought and research into my new Elvish name.
“It’s embarrassing. I can barely say Ka—it.”
“It’s, Kaw-th-ear. Ka is like the sound of the crow, but with a gentler caress, and ‘thir’ is like ‘ear’ with the ‘th’ of a thistle, Kaw-th-ear,Kathir”
“Kathir,” I try, saying my first Elvish word aloud. I still don’t say it quite right. His ears flutter as if to say he’s pleased, and I’m encouraged to try more. “And what about the other?”
“Tahsen. The first sound is ‘T’ like the first sound in ‘Tom’ in your language, but it is put together with ahh, to make T-ahhhh.”
“T-ahhh. Tah,” I repeat after him.
“Good. The second syllable, sen, is like sun in your language.”
“Tahsen,” I try. “And what does that one mean?”
For a moment it feels like he doesn’t want to answer, and for the first time I think the Elven prince might blush. He takes a breath. “It means, my heart.”
CHAPTER 8
“My heart?” I squint at him.
He releases one of my hands and moves my long hair aside. “Yes.”
“But I thought—”
“—I am well aware of what you thought, but it isn’t true. Well, notalltrue. I do intend on taking you for my enjoyment as often as I like.”
I shiver and my already hardened cock begins to ache. Damn him for being attractive and sexy in every way. In moments he’s sitting up beneath me, and his mouth is on my neck, hungry and possessive as he teases the skin with his teeth. A moan escapes my lips.
My vow not to have sex with him long forgotten, I join my lips with his and open them to make way for his tongue. His hands wrap around my body and pull me to him. I press my cock along the curve of his belly, and his hands find my ass squeezing my cheeks hard. I moan again, but this time into his mouth. He sucks me into a kiss, and I can’t breathe until he releases my mouth. I pant as I look into glowing purple eyes. With one sharp tug, he flips me on my back andthe glowing, ultra-violet eyes pin me in place. “Alvin is nothing to me and you are everything. Never doubt that.”
I swallow, and nod as I fist the cotton sheets, and he attacks my mouth again. Wet pre-come leaks from my weeping cock and I want him to just fuck me already—but I won’t say it, yet.
