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That pressure inside my chest increases as I duck back out through the entrance of the cave system.

The sky is still cloudy, but the rain has stopped. And I take a moment to focus on what my mate is feeling.

I did not choose an easy path in life.

I chose a hard one. An unforgiving one. A blood-filled, violent one.

My hand lifts, and I look at the brightly colored heart beads surrounding my wrist.

But in my travels around the world, in the battles I’ve fought, I’ve met a lot of people, who knew a lot of things.

Like how to feel more than just a heartbeat through your bond. How, if you focus… If you really focus, you can feel the intention. The emotional reason for the increased speed.

Right now, I focus.

And lust slams into my chest.

My hold on our pulse loosens, and our hearts race.

Chapter 7

Rune

My back arches as my pulse jumps, and I finally cry out my release.

Chapter 8

Vameer

Iam a warrior. I have discipline.

I groan and grip my cock through my robe.

“Pestinha.”

Our lives are bound, this human’s and mine.

We are two parts of a whole.

She and I are a perfect fit.

She is my reason. For everything.

But… I’m far too aware that the life I have lived, that the choices I have made, mean that I am an enemy to many.

It means that simply being my mate puts a target on her head.

Lust and self-loathing war inside my body.

I was raised with the expectation of finding my mate. But that expectation was always that my mate would be a vampire. And even though my life of warring would always have put my mate at risk, a vampire is much harder to kill.

A human… A pretty brown-eyed female human… She can be hurt much too easily.

Releasing my grip on my cock, I press my hand to my chest.

She will not be hurt.

Not at all.