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was his blood, or the blood from one of the soldiers he’d beaten. He seemed not to hear me.
“Alekk?” I asked again. He spun on me. I gasped as he gripped my shoulders, pulling my face close to his. I could smell alcohol on his breath. He’d been drinking, then. A pang of worry ran through my body, even as his touch made my body ache for him in that same familiar way.
“You want to be my bride?”
His voice was hoarse, and his hands ran roughly down my arms, pressing against my skin. With each touch came a flash of desire that sent my heart to pounding.
“Alekk—”
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To marry the Scarred Prince?” Alekk gestured down at his own body. I couldn’t help it. My eyes swept downward, paused, then moved back up. All of my breath was gone. His body looked deliciously strong.
“I want peace,” I said. It was meant to come out boldly, but in the tent it seemed like a whisper. My voice was absorbed into the pelts that made up the sides of the tent.
“Peace ,” Alekk spat. “I wish I had ever known it.”
“Will you stop them?” I asked, looking up into his dazzling eyes. It was like looking into the mouth of a glacier. His gaze swallowed me up, turned me cold. My blood ran like chilled water through my veins.
“You ask for everything!”
Alekk pulled me up against his body. His cock stirred against my stomach.
“First, undress.”
“Please—” I only wanted to talk. No, that wasn’t true. I wanted more. But this—he seemed angry with me, or with something else. This wasn’t how I had imagined it.
“Fine, Princess. Do you want me to help you with undressing, too?”
His hands tore at my clothes, snapping the leather cords that held them together. I cried out, but he grabbed my arm tightly. My clothes fell away as scraps to the ground.
“Temptation,” he growled, and threw me down onto the bed of pelts. My hands scrabbled on the thick furs, but he flipped me over and pinned me back with a strength that surprised me. Even after seeing him fight two soldiers off, I was shocked to see how easily he handled my body. I was scared, yes. But I also knew that he wanted me. And I wanted him so badly that I couldn’t breathe.
His hands pressed against my shoulders. The bandage at the back of my neck rubbed at the place where I was branded, and I let out a gasp as the pain shot through my spine.
“Kinaya,” he said. His breath was hot with alcohol and the scent of juniper berries. He pressed his hand against my cheek and turned my face to his.
When he said my name, all of the fight went out of me. There was something deeper that drew me toward him, and I couldn’t resist his pull. His fingers traced my cheek, brushing away my red curls. He’d see soon there was no taming them. He might be able to tame me, but he’d never tame my frizz.
I smiled at the thought. He saw my smile and cocked his head curiously.
“Aren’t you scared of me, my princess?”
“No.”
“You said that you’ve never been with a man. Is that true?” he asked.
I steeled myself and looked up into his face. I didn’t know if he would want me, inexperienced as I was. But I wasn’t going to tell him whatever he wanted to hear.
“I don’t lie,” I said.
“Why have you come to me?” he asked. The words were almost a whisper, and his fingers continued to outline my face, as though he was looking at something else. As though he was looking past me, past my eyes and deep into me. The thought made my core ache with fresh desire.
“I’ve come to give myself to you,” I said, and my body arched slightly up to meet his. “To make peace between our people.”
That was true, but there was another reason, one that I couldn’t yet understand myself. I had already met Alekk in my dreams. Now, as he touched me, I knew that I had felt it before. In the long nights of sleep where I met the man who stayed in shadows. He had a name now.
He was Alekk.
In all my life, I had never
“Alekk?” I asked again. He spun on me. I gasped as he gripped my shoulders, pulling my face close to his. I could smell alcohol on his breath. He’d been drinking, then. A pang of worry ran through my body, even as his touch made my body ache for him in that same familiar way.
“You want to be my bride?”
His voice was hoarse, and his hands ran roughly down my arms, pressing against my skin. With each touch came a flash of desire that sent my heart to pounding.
“Alekk—”
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To marry the Scarred Prince?” Alekk gestured down at his own body. I couldn’t help it. My eyes swept downward, paused, then moved back up. All of my breath was gone. His body looked deliciously strong.
“I want peace,” I said. It was meant to come out boldly, but in the tent it seemed like a whisper. My voice was absorbed into the pelts that made up the sides of the tent.
“Peace ,” Alekk spat. “I wish I had ever known it.”
“Will you stop them?” I asked, looking up into his dazzling eyes. It was like looking into the mouth of a glacier. His gaze swallowed me up, turned me cold. My blood ran like chilled water through my veins.
“You ask for everything!”
Alekk pulled me up against his body. His cock stirred against my stomach.
“First, undress.”
“Please—” I only wanted to talk. No, that wasn’t true. I wanted more. But this—he seemed angry with me, or with something else. This wasn’t how I had imagined it.
“Fine, Princess. Do you want me to help you with undressing, too?”
His hands tore at my clothes, snapping the leather cords that held them together. I cried out, but he grabbed my arm tightly. My clothes fell away as scraps to the ground.
“Temptation,” he growled, and threw me down onto the bed of pelts. My hands scrabbled on the thick furs, but he flipped me over and pinned me back with a strength that surprised me. Even after seeing him fight two soldiers off, I was shocked to see how easily he handled my body. I was scared, yes. But I also knew that he wanted me. And I wanted him so badly that I couldn’t breathe.
His hands pressed against my shoulders. The bandage at the back of my neck rubbed at the place where I was branded, and I let out a gasp as the pain shot through my spine.
“Kinaya,” he said. His breath was hot with alcohol and the scent of juniper berries. He pressed his hand against my cheek and turned my face to his.
When he said my name, all of the fight went out of me. There was something deeper that drew me toward him, and I couldn’t resist his pull. His fingers traced my cheek, brushing away my red curls. He’d see soon there was no taming them. He might be able to tame me, but he’d never tame my frizz.
I smiled at the thought. He saw my smile and cocked his head curiously.
“Aren’t you scared of me, my princess?”
“No.”
“You said that you’ve never been with a man. Is that true?” he asked.
I steeled myself and looked up into his face. I didn’t know if he would want me, inexperienced as I was. But I wasn’t going to tell him whatever he wanted to hear.
“I don’t lie,” I said.
“Why have you come to me?” he asked. The words were almost a whisper, and his fingers continued to outline my face, as though he was looking at something else. As though he was looking past me, past my eyes and deep into me. The thought made my core ache with fresh desire.
“I’ve come to give myself to you,” I said, and my body arched slightly up to meet his. “To make peace between our people.”
That was true, but there was another reason, one that I couldn’t yet understand myself. I had already met Alekk in my dreams. Now, as he touched me, I knew that I had felt it before. In the long nights of sleep where I met the man who stayed in shadows. He had a name now.
He was Alekk.
In all my life, I had never
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