Andthis…this was another of those moments. Feeling him deep inside me, his rough exhalations across the back of my neck, connected to his mind, deeper than I’d ever been before. This felt...
Permanent.
In that mind, in Davik’s complex web of emotions, I felt determination rise suddenly, so strongly that it blocked out everything else.
Still embedded deep inside me, he grasped my chin between his fingers, turning my face until I met his eyes. Instead of the wildness I’d seen earlier, now I only sawcertainty.
Unwavering resolution.
“Davik,” I whispered, my brows furrowed.
“I have nodevirito offer you,leikavi, but that cannot be helped now. I will make it up to you with time.”
Deviri?
“What are you talking about?”
His jaw was set. He was as steady as I’d ever seen him, his emotions stable and firm. That mating, as intense as it’d been, had seemed tocalmhim. It seemed unreal to me that earlier this evening, he’d been feeding me in his lap and then we’d gone out riding on Nillima, his deep voice in my ear as he told me one of his darker secrets.
“You are mine now, Vienne,” he murmured. My breath hitched. “Though I think we own one another.”
“What?Davik, I don’t—”
“You will be myMorakkari,” he said, that jaw tightening further in his decision. “My queen. My wife. My mate.”
I froze.
“I have decided. It is done,” he said. As if to himself, he said softly, “This is the only way to keep you safe.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
“You’re insane,” I gasped out. “This is thefirsttime I’ve actually thought you’re insane, Davik.”
His jaw flexed. “Nik. Actually, for the first time, I think I amcompletelysane. For the first time, I am thinking clearly when it comes to you.”
I tore away from his grip—nearly stumbling over the ripped trews encircling my ankles before I kicked them off. At the sudden movement, a rush of wetness flooded from my sex. His cock slipped from me as his seed trailed down my inner thighs.
Davik glanced at it, his eyes flaring hot and primal and satisfied, while I felt panic spiral within me.
“Youwillbe myMorakkari, Vienne,” he said.
“You cannot simplymakeme yourMorakkari, Davik,” I said, trying to rein in my disbelief, my bafflement.
I was stillreelingfrom what had just happened between us—the intensity of the sex, the roughness of it and how I’dcravedit, the realization that Davik was frightenedforme, and the knowledge that I was dangerously close to…tolovinghim completely, with every part of myself.
I shook my head, pressing my fingers to my temple. I’d been angry at him, hadn’t I? Before he’d stalked into thevoliki. So why was it so difficult to recall that anger?
“Lysi, I can,” he replied, stepping towards me, capturing my shoulder with his palm to keep me still when I began pacing again.
I froze, gasping because I realized I was still inside his mind.
No, no, no.
When I tried to release him, I felt resistance, as if he’d tethered me to stay. His brow furrowed, as if hefeltme trying to retreat.
Then he snarled when I finally broke the connection, tearing from his mind almost violently, which made my breath come out quick as pain bloomed at my temple.
“Vok,leikavi,” Davik rasped, pinching the space between his eyes, as if it had pained him as well. “Ifeltthat.”
