“She needs to feel safe.” Which means I have to find a balance between prodding her boundaries and ensuring I don’t go too far.
“Where is she now? Back in her cage?”
I give him a flat look. “No. I left her napping in my bed.”
The absolute delight that crosses his features has me nearly rolling my eyes again.
“You should go wake her up in a creative way,” he suggests. “Afterward, you can inform her that the trials have begun.”
Now I do roll my eyes. “Fairly certain me touching her is the opposite of safe. In her mind, anyway.” A fact that grates on my nerves because I haven’t truly harmed her. I’ve made sure of it.But she doesn’t trust me not to hurt her, which is precisely the problem.
“Prove otherwise.” He gives me a smile. “Focus on her pleasure, not your own. You’ll be amazed by what she begs for next.”
“I don’t need a tutorial on females, Marius.”
“Says the ancient virgin,” he drawls. “Use your mouth, but not your teeth. And make sure you play with her clit. Women like that.”
I take a step toward him, and he jumps back with his hands in the air. “I’m leaving.”
“Good,” I growl. “And don’t ever talk about my mate’s pussy again. Don’t even think about her that way. She’smine, Marius.”
“Yourintended, not yourmate,” he corrects me. Then he runs for the portal mirror because he knows I’m seconds from punching him in the face. “Seven days, Ciprian.”
He practically leaps through the glass before I can comment.
“Coward,” I mutter, my wings rustling at my back as my tail whips around behind me.
I don’t need an anatomy lesson or a reminder that Viviana isn’t my mate yet.
I know what a fucking clit is, too. I had one in my mouth last night. Though, I did use my teeth.
“Focus on her pleasure,” I echo. “I have. Several times.”
But I also enjoyed myself, too. That’s why I made her come initially—because I wanted to watch her fall apart.
How am I supposed to solely concentrate on her when I like observing her climax?I wonder. I’ll always get something out of it. She’s fucking stunning when she’s lost to the throes of passion. I can’t indulge in the experience without some personal satisfaction.
Which makes his advice ridiculous.
Growling, I start to pace my office. I came in here to do some reading. Now all I want to do is return to my female.
She’s asleep in my bed.
I should guard her. Keep her safe by being nearby. Perhaps that will make her feel better?
“Fuck.” This was much easier when I didn’t have access to her mind. I didn’t consider the consequences of giving her blood, just fed her my essence to help heal her throat.
A throat I used too roughly, thereby requiring my aid in her recovery. Yet another consequence I didn’t consider while lost to my beast’s needs.
All of this is my fault.
And I despise that fact.
I’m renowned for my control. However, Viviana is challenging my basic principles. She’s confusing my instincts, making me yearn for her even more than I already did.
It’s maddening.
And confounding.
