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When he had her in sight, he closed his eyes and teleported, ensuring he reappeared directly in front of her. She screamed as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him to prevent her from doing any more damage.
    “I warned you not to strike me,” he grated, squeezing her as tightly as he could without injuring her.
    “Or what? You’ll throw a collar on me, put me in a cage, and force me to do things against my will?” She laughed bitterly. “Never mind, you’ve already done that.”
    Instead of engaging in the argument she obviously wanted, he remained silent as he teleported them back to the horses. She sagged the moment they arrived, disoriented, but didn’t lose consciousness. He knew her disorientation wouldn’t last long and hurried to tend her injuries before she had the opportunity to lash out again.
    “Let me go.” Her words were slightly slurred.
    “Nay, if you insist on harming yourself, I must insist on healing you.”
    “Why don’t you worry about healing yourself? Your nuts must be on fire right about now.”
    Thank the gods, that wasn’t the case. “I recover from injuries quickly.”
    “That’s too bad.”
    He walked to a tree and lowered her to the ground, keeping an eye on any sudden motions. She stared at him, but didn’t attempt to repeat her earlier escape. He motioned for her to sit, and she did, staring straight ahead, as if he weren’t present.
    Returning to the silent treatment he resented.
    He knelt beside her and took one of her injured hands in his, flipping it over until her palm was facing up. Her skin looked horrible, raised and red. Though it would serve her right after what she’d done, he didn’t have it in him to allow her to suffer. Her anger was justified. He’d violated her in ways that made him unworthy as a male by collaring her, caging her, forcing her to submit to him when she was so torn about their future. He slowly brought the injured fingers toward his mouth, slid her blistered index finger past his lips, and sucked gently.
    “W-What are you doing?” she stammered, trying to yank her hand free.
    He didn’t answer, continuing to use the healing agent in his saliva to close the wounds and soothe the pain she was undoubtedly experiencing.
    “Stop,” she demanded, yanking harder.
    He stopped only when his tongue brushed against smooth, healed skin. After he removed her finger from his mouth, he grasped the next one for equal treatment.
    “I said stop!”
    “No.” He licked the raised red tissue, and she gasped. “And each time you harm yourself like this, I will only ensure you are healed again. Don’t like it? Make sure it doesn’t happen.”
    He lifted his head and froze at the sight of the bright amber flecks swirling in the center of her irises. He knew Lycae eye color shifted with emotion, but it was completely different than the way vampire eye pigment changed. Instead of a continuous shift of the entire iris, bringing one color into another, the colors in her eyes threaded together, creating a light and dark contrast.
    “What are you staring at?” she snapped, glared at him for several seconds, then lowered her gaze. Something he knew she never would have done unless she felt threatened or subdued by a superior.
    He released her hand to cup her chin, forcing her to lift her face so he could stare into her beautiful eyes that both shone and darkened. “I’m staring at your eyes, love. They are quite beautiful.”
    Her gaze flickered nervously across his face and then down again. “They’re just eyes.” To his surprise, she lifted her injured hand. “Can we get on with this?”
    He was certain she did it to distract him and to sever the eye contact altogether, but he gave her what she wanted. He took the next finger into his mouth, healing the appendage with soothing sucking motions and tender laps of his tongue. Then he moved on to the next. By the time he was finished, he could smell the beginnings of arousal from