Page 34 of The Death King
I told her the truth. “A woman I want to fuck.”
She swallowed.
“I want to make you come. I want to make you cry out. I want to make you forget all the shit that happened to you because it’s over now.”
“It’s over now…until it happens again.”
“It’ll never happen again.”
She finally turned to look at me.
“I would never let that happen again.”
For the first time, she couldn’t handle my stare and looked away.
“You asked how I knew you gave your freedom to someone else?”
After a beat, she looked at me again.
“Because General Titan rode all the way here to get you back. I threatened to kill him if he asked again—because you’re mine.” The next man who would be buried between her legs was me. I’d wait as long as it took, wait until I finally got the answer I wanted, and then I would bury myself deep and come hard.
She did her best to hide her reaction to this news, but the hatred in her eyes was unmistakable. There was a slight flare to her nostrils. I believed she could kill him with just a small dagger if she were ever given the chance. Her rage was so potent it could outweigh his strength easily.
“Will you consider me?”
The rage slowly came to a simmer, a gentle bubble, a slow release of steam. Her eyes flicked away.
“Calista.”
She obeyed the command, her eyes finding mine again.
“Consider me.”
Her eyes shook like they wanted to flick away, uncomfortable with the hard stare but unable to break my command. Her brain worked behind her eyes, her mind searching for the answer she struggled to find. She eventually swallowed and took a breath. “I’ll consider you.”
8
CALISTA
I jerked awake the following morning.
I dreamed I stood at the top of the castle and tripped, my body spiraling down past the windows, catapulting to my death against the pavers below. When I stared at the cold fireplace across the room and saw the lines of sunlight peek through the planks boarded up over the windows, I realized it wasn’t real.
Just a nightmare.
I kicked the sheets away because I was coated in a heavy sweat, my clothes soiled, my hair stuck to the back of my neck. I sat there as the dream slowly drifted away from my mind. Then my thoughts turned to Talon, the intense conversation we’d had the night before, when he’d asked me to be with him…rather than told me.
It was the first time I’d been given a choice.
I moved into the bathroom and got ready for the day, enjoying the shower in solitude as the steam fogged the mirrors over the vanity. When I was finished, I patted my hair dry with a towel then ran a comb through the strands, letting it air-dry.
I looked in my closet for something to wear, ignoring the dresses and heeled boots and opting for something simple, leggings with a loose-fitting long-sleeved shirt, wishing to look as unremarkable as possible.
How are you, little one?
I stilled when I heard the words in my head, heard the echo that bounced around inside my mind. I turned away from the closet and looked at the room, expecting the powerful dragon to somehow be in my chambers. How are you talking to me?
I can feel your mind.