appropriate than hostility.”
Luka squinted, trying to look at Zed. “Thank you?” he questioned.
“For calling the doctor. For taking care of you while you slept for a day and a half. Didn’t anyone teach you simple manners? When someone helps you, the proper response is thank you.”
Luka looked away. “People don’t help me. I’m not usually in a situation where I’m placed in the position of thanking someone.”
Zed ran a hand through Luka’s long, strawberry-blond hair. “Yeah, I guess not. We need to talk.”
Luka looked into Zed’s eyes. They still weren’t the ones from his visions, but they were kinder than before. The hatred was gone. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”
“First, why didn’t you tell me you were adopted?”
“What does it matter? I’m an elf. Something you hate. Did you really need to know how useless I am? Surprise, your mate isn’t even an important elf. I’m not really a prince.”
“I don’t care if you’re not a prince by blood. You’re my mate.” Zed looked at him with a fierce gaze.
“Until when? I might be your mate now but what happens when I disappoint you? Then you’ll send me back as punishment. Maybe you’ll decide to beat me yourself. I know where this ends. Oh and by the way I’m not even a full-blooded elf. I’m half human. My blood’s even dirtier. Does that bother you?” He threw it out. If Zed wanted to have the conversation, then fine. He never cared that his father was human, but everyone else did. The only reason others didn’t spit on him was his ability. He watched as Zed clenched his fists and he waited for the first strike.
“I’m not going to fight with you and I won’t beat you.”
Luka’s eyes widened. Everyone wanted to hit him. Then he huffed. “You say that now, but wait until I disappoint you. Right now, you’re angry with me. Your fists are clenched at your sides. I feel the anger radiating off you. How long until you start pushing back? Go ahead. Do it. Hurt me.” His body shook, but he couldn’t stop. He wanted to lash out.
“No matter how angry you make me. No matter what you say. I will never hit you.”
“Yeah right.” Like he’d start to believe in the fairytale where Zed protected and loved him. “I hate the furniture in the room. It’s plain and ugly,” he said, remembering Zed’s disappointment when he commented on the lack of color in the living room.
Zed smiled. “My style isn’t for everyone. And if you need to keep testing me, go ahead. I am centuries older than you. Attack me all you want. I won’t hurt you. If this is the only way you can feel safe, I’ll take it.”
Luka doubted that, but the fight drained out of him. He started to sit up and stopped when the blanket slipped from his shoulders. He lifted the ends and looked underneath. “Why am I naked? Where are my clothes?” He glared at Zed. “Did you molest me while I slept?”
Zed smiled at the accusation. “I removed the rest of your clothing, so you would sleep better. As for touching you, I’ll wait until your body isn’t one big black-and-blue mark.” He leaned closer. “Someday, you’ll ask me to touch you and I will. I’ll caress every inch of skin with love and gentleness, Mate.”
Luka looked at Zed, unable to contain the shock and horror. Not only did Zed see everything, but he still wanted more. He promised things that Luka couldn’t believe. He cleared his throat. “That’s not a reason,” Luka said with a shaky voice. “I was passed out. Clothes or no clothes didn’t matter. I wouldn’t have awakened one way or the other.”
“When I touch you, you will be awake.” Zed leaned in closer this time, resting their foreheads together. “You will feel every caress and kiss as you cry out and beg for more.”
“Never going to happen. Touches will never feel that good.” Luka’s body heated up as the images invaded his mind. He wanted Zed’s fingers to touch him now and prove that being held
Luka squinted, trying to look at Zed. “Thank you?” he questioned.
“For calling the doctor. For taking care of you while you slept for a day and a half. Didn’t anyone teach you simple manners? When someone helps you, the proper response is thank you.”
Luka looked away. “People don’t help me. I’m not usually in a situation where I’m placed in the position of thanking someone.”
Zed ran a hand through Luka’s long, strawberry-blond hair. “Yeah, I guess not. We need to talk.”
Luka looked into Zed’s eyes. They still weren’t the ones from his visions, but they were kinder than before. The hatred was gone. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”
“First, why didn’t you tell me you were adopted?”
“What does it matter? I’m an elf. Something you hate. Did you really need to know how useless I am? Surprise, your mate isn’t even an important elf. I’m not really a prince.”
“I don’t care if you’re not a prince by blood. You’re my mate.” Zed looked at him with a fierce gaze.
“Until when? I might be your mate now but what happens when I disappoint you? Then you’ll send me back as punishment. Maybe you’ll decide to beat me yourself. I know where this ends. Oh and by the way I’m not even a full-blooded elf. I’m half human. My blood’s even dirtier. Does that bother you?” He threw it out. If Zed wanted to have the conversation, then fine. He never cared that his father was human, but everyone else did. The only reason others didn’t spit on him was his ability. He watched as Zed clenched his fists and he waited for the first strike.
“I’m not going to fight with you and I won’t beat you.”
Luka’s eyes widened. Everyone wanted to hit him. Then he huffed. “You say that now, but wait until I disappoint you. Right now, you’re angry with me. Your fists are clenched at your sides. I feel the anger radiating off you. How long until you start pushing back? Go ahead. Do it. Hurt me.” His body shook, but he couldn’t stop. He wanted to lash out.
“No matter how angry you make me. No matter what you say. I will never hit you.”
“Yeah right.” Like he’d start to believe in the fairytale where Zed protected and loved him. “I hate the furniture in the room. It’s plain and ugly,” he said, remembering Zed’s disappointment when he commented on the lack of color in the living room.
Zed smiled. “My style isn’t for everyone. And if you need to keep testing me, go ahead. I am centuries older than you. Attack me all you want. I won’t hurt you. If this is the only way you can feel safe, I’ll take it.”
Luka doubted that, but the fight drained out of him. He started to sit up and stopped when the blanket slipped from his shoulders. He lifted the ends and looked underneath. “Why am I naked? Where are my clothes?” He glared at Zed. “Did you molest me while I slept?”
Zed smiled at the accusation. “I removed the rest of your clothing, so you would sleep better. As for touching you, I’ll wait until your body isn’t one big black-and-blue mark.” He leaned closer. “Someday, you’ll ask me to touch you and I will. I’ll caress every inch of skin with love and gentleness, Mate.”
Luka looked at Zed, unable to contain the shock and horror. Not only did Zed see everything, but he still wanted more. He promised things that Luka couldn’t believe. He cleared his throat. “That’s not a reason,” Luka said with a shaky voice. “I was passed out. Clothes or no clothes didn’t matter. I wouldn’t have awakened one way or the other.”
“When I touch you, you will be awake.” Zed leaned in closer this time, resting their foreheads together. “You will feel every caress and kiss as you cry out and beg for more.”
“Never going to happen. Touches will never feel that good.” Luka’s body heated up as the images invaded his mind. He wanted Zed’s fingers to touch him now and prove that being held
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