and a porcelain bowl skated off her nightstand, knocking her earrings under the bed. “Grave circumstances change decisions, making them drastic. For now, your circumstance isn’t the gravest, why jump ship?”
“I’m an idiot.” She ran her hands down her face, hiding from his alien intensity. “That was hurtful and childish. I’m edgy, certainly confused.” The rumbling eased, the house settling once again. “This has to be hard on you, too. Six, I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted,” he groaned, placing his ear against her chest, listening to her heart flying out of her ribcage.
“So, you’re truly asking me to mate Rock?”
“When left with no other choice, yes, I’m imploring you to mate Rock.” He stared up at her, his chin against her chest, fangs piercing his lower lip. “It’s a gift for the taking, Blythe, a logical path. We stayed up the entire night ironing things out. He wants the same thing I want: the best for you.”
“I’m in love with you . If I mate Rock – whatever that entails – I’m smart enough to know that binds us for an eternity. An eternity is a long time, Six.”
“Yes, it is.” He skimmed his hands up and down her thighs. “An eternity together is what I want from you .”
“You’re still keeping something from me.”
“You have no idea what you would be up against if something were to happen to me. And although this isn’t our darkest hour, certain Habaline adversaries are still out there, fixated on what they think I can do for them,” he admitted, squeezing her hips. “Possibly, if I were to believe a certain freak, my biological father is calling for me. Remember, I killed Rave, his son. What do you think he’s going to do when he finds his reincarnation of Cain? You’ve seen some of my power.” He drew in a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “Imagine the source of that power bringing me to heel.” Sixten lifted his hands in a helpless gesture. “Not good.”
“I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you, don’t even say it.”
“Think that times a thousand, the pain I felt when you were missing. If I went missing, too, if something happened to me,” he said, going back to his original thought, “without Rock’s claim our Coven Master might be forced to turn you over to the Dynasty. You can feed any Royal, Blythe. Think about it. You’re precious for so many reasons, even dangerous ones. What’s wrong with more than one male cherishing and protecting you? The alternative? Once again, you may become a glorified slave to another. Maybe the next Dynasty Vampyr is more dangerous, his tastes extremely… uncomfortable for you. I’m sure you wouldn’t be surprised to find that they’re all known for dark sex, the dangerous kind .”
“I can’t think about your Dynasty right now. As far as you disappearing, that would shatter me. I cannot describe how I would feel over losing you. Even so, women survive loss all the time. Though the thought makes me sick, give me some credit.” She leaned away from him, her heart still thundering. With her funky blood, her physical draw, Blythe didn’t stand a chance in an immortal world without a powerful immortal male backing her up, and it sucked to admit that, even to herself. Her history spoke volumes. At Sixten’s clucking tongue, she snapped, “Okay, I’ll admit that in an immortal world, there are serious holes when true white knights aren’t around.” When he stopped clucking, he delivered a breathtaking half smile. And she still got the sense that he was hiding something majorly important.
“Blythe, there aren’t any white knights in our world, and that includes me. But you could pretend Rock is your knight errant,” he chuckled then, “I won’t mind.”
She shook her head at that thought. Rock had been her friend almost as long as Ryan had. “Use him? That’s sad and pathetic.”
“Oh, he wants to be used. He wants you. When a werewolf finds his celestially appointed
“I’m an idiot.” She ran her hands down her face, hiding from his alien intensity. “That was hurtful and childish. I’m edgy, certainly confused.” The rumbling eased, the house settling once again. “This has to be hard on you, too. Six, I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted,” he groaned, placing his ear against her chest, listening to her heart flying out of her ribcage.
“So, you’re truly asking me to mate Rock?”
“When left with no other choice, yes, I’m imploring you to mate Rock.” He stared up at her, his chin against her chest, fangs piercing his lower lip. “It’s a gift for the taking, Blythe, a logical path. We stayed up the entire night ironing things out. He wants the same thing I want: the best for you.”
“I’m in love with you . If I mate Rock – whatever that entails – I’m smart enough to know that binds us for an eternity. An eternity is a long time, Six.”
“Yes, it is.” He skimmed his hands up and down her thighs. “An eternity together is what I want from you .”
“You’re still keeping something from me.”
“You have no idea what you would be up against if something were to happen to me. And although this isn’t our darkest hour, certain Habaline adversaries are still out there, fixated on what they think I can do for them,” he admitted, squeezing her hips. “Possibly, if I were to believe a certain freak, my biological father is calling for me. Remember, I killed Rave, his son. What do you think he’s going to do when he finds his reincarnation of Cain? You’ve seen some of my power.” He drew in a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “Imagine the source of that power bringing me to heel.” Sixten lifted his hands in a helpless gesture. “Not good.”
“I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you, don’t even say it.”
“Think that times a thousand, the pain I felt when you were missing. If I went missing, too, if something happened to me,” he said, going back to his original thought, “without Rock’s claim our Coven Master might be forced to turn you over to the Dynasty. You can feed any Royal, Blythe. Think about it. You’re precious for so many reasons, even dangerous ones. What’s wrong with more than one male cherishing and protecting you? The alternative? Once again, you may become a glorified slave to another. Maybe the next Dynasty Vampyr is more dangerous, his tastes extremely… uncomfortable for you. I’m sure you wouldn’t be surprised to find that they’re all known for dark sex, the dangerous kind .”
“I can’t think about your Dynasty right now. As far as you disappearing, that would shatter me. I cannot describe how I would feel over losing you. Even so, women survive loss all the time. Though the thought makes me sick, give me some credit.” She leaned away from him, her heart still thundering. With her funky blood, her physical draw, Blythe didn’t stand a chance in an immortal world without a powerful immortal male backing her up, and it sucked to admit that, even to herself. Her history spoke volumes. At Sixten’s clucking tongue, she snapped, “Okay, I’ll admit that in an immortal world, there are serious holes when true white knights aren’t around.” When he stopped clucking, he delivered a breathtaking half smile. And she still got the sense that he was hiding something majorly important.
“Blythe, there aren’t any white knights in our world, and that includes me. But you could pretend Rock is your knight errant,” he chuckled then, “I won’t mind.”
She shook her head at that thought. Rock had been her friend almost as long as Ryan had. “Use him? That’s sad and pathetic.”
“Oh, he wants to be used. He wants you. When a werewolf finds his celestially appointed
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