“Have you always known that Makt was your sire?”
“For most of my life. I was raised as a sacrifice to him.”
Damn his parents!
The earlier heartbreak is nothing compared to how her heart beats for him now. He has grown up knowing nothing but hate from those who should have shown him unconditional love.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She finally peers up at his unreadable expression. “Of all people, I would have understood.”
“Makt has damaged so many lives.” His deep voice resonates in her bones. “I feared losing you, too. And I cannot lose you, baby girl.”
“You have not lost me!” She approaches him carefully. “Calder, I wish you had trusted me to share your fears. Please,” she says, placing her hands on his chest, “I am not so small that I cannot shoulder your burdens.”
Calder holds her hands. “My mistakes have haunted me for far too long, and I have forgotten the warmth of sunshine against my skin. But you, Princess, are that single ray in the darkness. Beautiful girl,” he cups her cheek and looks into her soul with his icy gaze. “I love you.”
36
CALDER
October 10th, Year 21, 10th Era
Inner Sanctum - Forest of Fear, Skalor
Aura wraps her arms around his broad chest as much as she can. “I love you, too,” she says gently. “Calder, I have no intention of leaving your side. Know that your past is an aspect of you I would never change. I am here to walk through your pain with you.”
Time seems to stand still as they embrace one another. He never imagined that his destiny would bring him such happiness.
Not for the Iss Drengr.
After burying his son, he locked himself in his personal Abyss. Unwilling to die until the day the Norn deemed fit to release him from this realm.
Yet, in her arms, he has discovered something unexpected–a feeling he will fight ‘til death to preserve. It is an awakening of his powers that are in perfect balance with his need for peace.
Aura embraces his sins and celebrates his strengths.
To think that accepting his love for her has led to the harmony of hisseidr.
Calder seeks out her lips as he lays her on the bed. His desire ignites a need to possess the Princess in every conceivable way.
The fire burning in her eyes pleads for his touch. “What is it, Jarl Calder?” She kneels on the bed, and a loose curl falls across her face.
Desire courses through his veins as her irises deepen in color. “Crawl to me, baby girl.”
She stands beside the bed, her head tilted. Flames dance in her gaze as she sizes him up, contemplating her decision to comply. Finally, her knees hit the floor, followed by her palms.
“Such a good girl for me.” He removes his tunic and sits in the chair in the corner while she slowly crawls across the floor, holding her head high with that alluring determination that drives him wild.
“You’re doing so well." He leans forward with his forearms resting on his thighs.
Once she is between his legs, he takes her chin and lifts her until she is on her knees.
“You are a raging flame that engulfs my soul, and I will never recover from your blaze, little girl. Tonight, I claim you as my own. You may leave this Sanctum, but your heart is mine.”
She swallows hard as her body trembles between his thighs.
Not enough.
His thumb slips into her mouth, and her tongue eagerly swirls around it, making his cock throb. “Words, pretty girl.”
