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Now, I was sitting on top of his pierced cock, and I’d just told him I loved him; I think I could be forgiven for assuming we were about to launch into an epic, hours-long fucking session, right?

Apparently not.

Dakvaar pulled himself back with what I thought was Herculean effort, his breathing coming almost as fast as mine as he held me away from him. His eyes blazed fiercely, and I was almost a little worried.

“Dakvaar?” I hedged, my thumbs caressing his cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He closed his eyes on a groan. “Everything.”

Well, hell, that was worrisome. “Do you know your eyes are glowing again?”

He nodded wordlessly.

“Why?”

“Because—” He cut off the word with a shake of his head and a hopeless little laugh.

Then, before I could press him, he was moving. With a determined tilt of his jaw, he gently pulled me up and off him, and already my pussy missed being filled by him. He stood, water sluicing off him, his cock standing thick and ridged and proud away from his hard thighs.

I didn’t bother hiding the way my hungry gaze followed it—followed him—as he extinguished the candles, his skin steaming in the winter night. When he held out his hand, I took it unhesitatingly, although a little confused, and he lifted me from the water.

He wrapped me in the towel I’d brought for him, shrugged into the robe I’d been wearing, kicked the cover over the hot tub, and lifted me in his arms, all without saying a thing.

When he carried me into the bathroom, turned on the shower and handed me a hair tie—the male knew my hair care routine, and that it wasn’t the right day to wash it—I couldn’t contain my curiosity.

“What is going on?” I blurted as he handed me a loofah. “Dakvaar, I’m sorry if I said something wrong⁠—”

“You said everything right, dkaar.” His expression was almost tortured, and he dragged his hand through his hair. “I just…” He blew out a breath. “I have to tell you something—something I’ve been hiding from you. Something I should have told you a long time ago.”

My heart began to pound as the shower fogged between us. “What is it?” I whispered.

The way his lips curled up on one side wasn’t at all funny. “I’m trying to figure out how to tell you. Get rinsed off, I’ll be waiting out here.”

And with that, Dakvaar backed out of the bathroom, leaving my heart practically vibrating with confusion and worry and hope and fear.

I’ve never washed so fast in my life.

Chapter Thirteen

Dakvaar

I’d never felt my Kteer howling like this; unsatisfied, confused, angry. She loved me—she loved me! It was more than I could have hoped for, and now I had to pray to the gods that she’d accept our Mate Bond.

I was pacing in the bedroom, after having managed to pull on a pair of cotton pants over my ridiculous erection, when she burst out of the bathroom, little wisps of hair curling in the dampness of her temples and nape, flushed from the heat, and still smelling of the orgasms I’d given her.

Groaning, I turned away, scrubbing my hand down my face.

“Dakvaar, what is going on?”

“You’re wrapped in a towel, wet and aroused,” I growled, staring hard at the wall. “It’s taking everything I have not to chew it off you and make you come four more times.”

“I mean…” I could feel her crossing closer even as her tone turned teasing. “I wouldn’t mind that. But for what it’s worth, as much as I want your cock in me again, I really, really want to hear what you claim you’ve been hiding all this time.” When she exhaled a little huff of laughter, I swear I could smell her. “And I know that if I tell you I just want to talk, you’re going to respect that.”

She knew me well.

I could control my cock and my Kteer. Maybe not my heart, though.

“You asked about my eyes. It’s something that happens to orc males when they’re gripped in a strong emotion.”