I’m the superior. The Strigoi King. Yet this female has brought me to my knees both figuratively and literally.
Another growl escapes me as I leave my office, my intention to read no longer viable. I can’t be away from her. I just… I just want to watch her. Hold her.Fuck her.
My teeth grind together, my dick hardening with the thought.
She’s mine. My intended. My queen. My pet. She may not like that endearment, but it doesn’t change how I feel about her. She’s mine to care for. Mine to please.Mine to possess.
I just need to figure out how to help her understand that I won’t irrevocably harm her. I’m larger. My stamina is… intense. But I listened to her body earlier. I stopped when I sensed her physical limit. What I didn’t account for was her mental one.
Which, I suppose, is where the safe word comes into play.
Hmm.I enter the foyer—my office is on the first floor—and fly up to the second-floor landing to head toward my suite.
I have a tablet in there that I can use to read more about her request. I should have done that instead of venturing into my office, but I thought some space would allow me to regain control of my raging need.
I was wrong.
My craving for her has only increased in the short time I’ve been away.
Her scent hits me as I enter my rooms, my beast instantly quieting inside as my hunter instincts are engaged.Our prey is in the bed. And she’s aroused.
Fuck.
That spiced citrus aroma has my dick aching in a heartbeat. I’m going to have to find some way to relieve myself. Some way to calm this tumultuous urge toclaim.
I want to live inside her for eternity. Feel her cunt milk my cock. Fill her with my seed. Demand that she live on my cum alone.
Gods, I’m utterly fucked.
If the Strigoi don’t allow me to take this female as mine, I will lose my sanity. She is my present and my future. There will be no discussions. No denials.No failure.
Which means I have seven days to prepare her.
Seven days to indulge in her flesh.
Seven days to make her understand what it means to be a Strigoi King’s mate.
Our lessons will begin now, I decide, stalking toward my bedchamber to where she’s twisted in the sheets. She’s lost to sleep. And she’smoaning.
Every part of me stills, my gaze on her sweet form.
She’s dreaming.
“Ciprian,” she whispers, her eyes closed as her hips gyrate.
Fuck. She’s not just dreaming… she’s dreaming ofme.
In my bed.
With her hand between her thighs.
While murmuring my name.
How the fuck am I supposed to resist this?I demand.Or am I meant to join?
It feels like a test.
Atrial.
