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“Is that your answer then?”
“It is. I won’t go with you so kill me.”
“Ah. Don’t be in such a hurry to die, Warlord, you’ve only just begun to live. I find I cannot kill a creature of such beauty. I have new plans for you,” he says.
Elves. Damn them all.I wish I never laid eyes on the Godsforsaken creatures.
“Sleep, now, Tristan. I will come for you.”
“If you think I’m going to be ‘a good boy’ and go to sleep, you’re the fool.”
“Very, well.”
He does something. My eyelids are heavy, threatening to close. Ifight it with everything I have, but it’s nothing compared to his powers, and I fall back to my pillow. My eyes close.
I feel him move close to me now, but I can’t see him with my eyes closed and I can’t move because the paralysis of sleep has already ensnared me. I can only sense him above me—he could softly slit my throat if he wanted, and I could do nothing.
“Sleep,” I hear him repeat. “I will come for you.” His lips press to mine. They’re soft and full of unleashed mirth. I want to stop him, but I’m nothing but a lamb for slaughter. He doesn’t slaughter me though, just kisses me, feasting on me.
“Mmmhmmm,” he says. “I like how you taste.”
CHAPTER 18
Ijump up out of bed ready for battle.
I’m panting and looking around for a weapon—anything. No more talking. I’ll try to take a stab at the arrogant prick and maybe that will convince him to kill me or be gone. I won’t cry for help. That won’t be my dying breath.
I look around wildly, but the room is empty. He’s gone.
Wait, not empty. Corrik is beside me. He’s up in a flash having heard me stir. He’s naked, nothing but his long golden hair to cover his pale flesh.
“Tristan?”
“Huh? Corrik?”
“Yes, it’s only me. I’m sorry to have scared you.”
I want to tell him he didn’t scare me, but him thinking that will work to my advantage.
“It’s all right,” I say and calm my breath enough to offer him a warm smile. Maybe it was all some bizarre dream. I was pretty horny last night.Can that affect the brain?
“You’re back,” I breathe and realize I’m happy to see him.
He nods. “I’m back.”
I pounce him. I’vemissedhim. And I’m a closet cuddler. I wrap myself around his body and let him secure me in his arms. “Am I forgiven yet, Corrik?”
“I forgave you days ago,” he says. “I can’t seem to stay mad at you, you’re the antidote to my temper.”
I smile and close my eyes, basking in this moment. I feel content and like maybe I’ve got a lot to look forward to.
We shower together, but it’s quiet. There’s a new tension between us. I’m not sure how to act. In bed, everything makes sense, but outside of that, I’m unsure. Should I be the submissive, kneeling man from the past two evenings? Or am I allowed to be Tristan as I am?
I tease him by running hands through my hair and down my body, accentuating my hardened appendage by sticking my arse out and grazing my groin, without touching my cock. Corrik is always hard. His hips jump at my seductive little dance, and he bites his bottom lip. Aggressively, he turns me around and teases my pucker with his finger before kneeling and jamming his tongue in as far as it will go. I slap the wall with my hand and moan into the sensation.
“You like that?”
“Mmmhmmm, yes, Corrik.”
