Page 124 of A Brat's Tale
He runs a hand through my hair. “You are something unworldly now. I can’t help but think you more beautiful, but your inner spark hasn’t changed, and that’s what truly drew me to you.”
“Are you saying you liked a human?”
“I’m saying I was attracted toyou.” He smirks and interlaces his hand in mine.
“I’m way too much of a brat to be your full-time mate, Alrik. You’d want to kill me daily.”
“How’s that different from now?” I lean my head to his torso, he cups it with the back of his hand.
“Trust me, I’m on my best behavior around you.”
“Not likely. All right, you came to proposition me let’s have it.”
“Corrik thinks I need more, at least sometimes; an energy like what my father gave me,” I explain.
“Corrik is no slouch in that department.”
“No, but it’s not his preference. It’s not just that, he says we have an energy.”
“We do,” he agrees pressing a kiss to my lips. “So you sub for me when I call for you?”
“Yes, sir,” I say.
“I spank for teasing like that,” he tells me tilting my chin up. “Okay, I’m in, but I want something of you too—your obedience.”
“You have that.”
“Oh really? And what are you doing right now?”
“This was the only way I could talk to you!”
He takes a breath. “I will make myself more available to you.”
“Stop avoiding me you mean.”
“You don’t let me get away with a thing.”
“Neither do you,” I say.
He smiles. A real smile. “I want my mark on you too. A tattoo on your right ankle, the crown prince symbol, which will mean a piece of you belongs to me.”
“You’ll have to run that one by Corrik, but I’m fine with it.”
“Wasn’t asking, Tristan.”
“You utter arse.”
He arches a sharp brow. “Just be grateful you didn’t have to marry me.”
I stare into his dark eyes. Dare I ask? I don’t want to anger him but my brat’s curiosity has to know. Why did he take it? Why hasn’t he given it back?
“Don’t ask about that,” he says.
“Have you become a mind reader?”
“No. But while sometimes you’re a puzzle, other times you’re an open book.”
“I want it back.”
