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She had only a fleeting
thought—not again—as a hot burst exploded inside her with the movement of his
fingers. She moaned wildly and her body shook from the power of the orgasm he
gave her.

“Your body cries for me, Willow,”
he growled.

The waves were still pulsing,
hadn’t yet settled, when her shorts and panties were pushed down roughly. A
part of her knew he’d given her enough time to protest, to say something, but
she didn’t. Her eyes slid shut on a sigh.

Then something harder, hotter,
wider, pressed at her opening. She barely had time to open her eyes before his
cock was seated full and deep inside her. She moaned, flailing at the splitting
sensations. Her hips bucked, either to remove him or to keep him in; she didn’t
know anymore. His hands pulled hers off his shoulders and pressed them into the
ground, holding her captive.

She fought against the hands
holding her but it was useless. He didn’t budge an inch. He stayed deep inside
of her, unmoving, and then his mouth slammed down to hers, his ragged breathing
mingling with hers.

The burning mixture of need,
anger, and lust inside her snapped, had her biting at his lips, sucking his
tongue into her mouth, and kissing him every bit as hard as he was. He groaned
into her and the sound was like a lover pinching her hard nipples. Amazing.

He pumped his hips. Hard and
fast, dragging through her soaked, needy flesh with vigor. All thoughts but of
release left her mind. She arched into him, opened her legs wider, and accepted
his whipping hips.

Their mouths ate at each other,
hips fought each other, and then she was spinning so high, her vision faded. All
she felt was the rippling, pulsing heat which slammed through her. He kept
filling her with that hard shaft of his, pushing her higher and higher.

He groaned above her like his
heart was being ripped out, and then he slammed in hard, thrusting as hot
jetting streams of cum doused inside her, burning hot and thick against her
walls. It shouldn’t feel good. It wasn’t supposed to, but she loved it. They
both ground against each other, trying to prolong the contact as long as
possible.

Willow’s body calmed. For the
first time since her birthday, she finally felt deep relaxation. A part of her
wanted him to get hard again and do it to her all over, and that scared her
more than anything. He pulled away and they both righted their clothing. The
burning on her face was even hotter now. How did he manage to lower her defenses
so easily?

Well, she wouldn’t have it again.
She tightened her body and steeled herself. Obviously, refusing this man wasn’t
going to be easy. She closed her eyes and schooled herself.

“We will have a wonderful life
together, my Willow.”

Willow snorted. “Yeah, right.
There will be no ‘we’. Ever.” He frowned at her and the stark determination in
his eyes almost frightened her. It was almost easy to forget he wasn’t some
normal man. He was a dominating Alpha and when he set his mind on something, he
got it. Too bad she was the same way, and she didn’t want him. She won’t be
some man’s doormat.

“Well, this has all been great,
but I’m leaving now.”

“I don’t think so. You’ll come
back with me to America now. I need to get back to my pack.”

Willow stood and thought quickly.
“Yeah, you do need to get back. I’m sure they’re lost without their great
leader.”

As he moved to stand, Willow
grabbed his head in her hands and slammed her knee into his face. She heard the
crunch of bone and winced. Surprisingly, guilt flared up and she wanted to
apologize, but she couldn’t. Not when he was trying to take her away from her
life of freedom. Before he could move, she ran hard and fast.

Hours after she boarded another
train, guilt still ate at her.

“It’s not like he won’t heal
quickly,” she argued with herself. The person in the seat across from her gave
her a peculiar look so she turned away from them to look out at the moving
scenery in the window. Okay, at best she broke his nose. It’s not like he
didn’t deserve it. He had sex with her!

Dammit. She rested her forehead
against the cold glass of the window. She did feel bad. At least he was behind
her now. He wouldn’t catch her next time. She just had to keep moving. No more
walking. Keep to public transportation and flights.

Because if he finally did manage
to catch her, she might just do something stupid like go with him.

Chapter Twenty-One

Chloe woke up from a horrible
nightmare. She’d been attacked and bitten by some nasty green demon. It’d cut
her stomach open and she’d died while writhing in agony.

She sat up in bed, looking around
frantically. It took a second for it to register that she was in Tyrian’s room.
Well, she supposed she was making some leeway with him then. Grimacing, her
stomach tight with pain, she dropped her legs to the floor.

“What the…” She looked down at
her stomach and gasped. Holy shit, it’d been real! Suddenly, everything flashed
in her mind, coming together like a puzzle. She remembered the incredible sex
with Tyrian. Her hand fluttered to her neck. He’d bitten her. He’d told her
about the crow brand on his back. He’d actually opened up to her. And she liked
him even more now. Dammit.

She stood from the bed, wincing.
The door flew open and the man of her thoughts was there, a frown on his face.
She loved that frown; it was so much better than seeing the passive, stoic look
he usually had. She smiled at him and stumbled into his arms. His came around
her easily. She was definitely making progress.

“Wanna tell me why I feel like a
baby trying to walk for the first time?”

“It’s from the trauma. You were
poisoned by an
idummi
. Nanu saved you before any serious damage was
done. You were given painkillers and a sedative to help you sleep. You are
probably just feeling the after effects from that.”

“What kind of serious damage?”
she asked quietly. His eyes widened. A dark look flashed over them, and then
she knew.

“I almost died, didn’t?” He
nodded. Chloe gulped and looked away as tears pooled in her eyes.

“Lily is here.” The tears dried
up just like that.

“What? How? When? I want to see
her now.” She started for the door, but he stopped her.

“You should not see her while
naked.”

Chloe looked down at herself and
grinned. She looked at the bathroom, which seemed miles away and shrugged one
shoulder. “I can’t do it.” Her legs were going to give out at any second she
knew it.

“I will help you,” Tyrian said,
his face pulled back into that unreadable mask she hated. Chloe glared at him,
wishing she could figure him out, then nodded. He scooped her up as if she
weighed nothing and took her into the bathroom. He set her on the toilet before
he started filling the bathtub. “Do you think you can bathe by yourself in the
tub?”

Chloe debated it, then lied.
“No.” His shoulders bunched up.

“Fine.” He picked her up again
and set her into the hot, steamy water. She sighed in bliss and wanted to close
her eyes and go back to sleep. The soft rustle of a washcloth across her ankle
had her eyes flinging open.

“Oh, you don’t have to—” It was a
weak protest to say the least.

“It was my duty to protect you.
It would be my honor to care for you now.” Chloe’s eyebrows shot up. She’d
never heard of such a duty before, but seeing the Commander of the Atal
Warriors on his knees cleaning her was priceless. She nodded for him to continue,
feeling every bit like a queen, and lay back to watch him.

He soaked the cloth until it
bubbled with white frothy suds then cleaned her feet. She giggled and squirmed
away, but he only snatched her foot back with one big hand and cleaned it until
she was full out laughing.

“Stop it! Stop it, please!” Shaking
his head grimly, he finished with the other foot. Chloe smiled languidly at
him. “You know, you’re very handsome.” His head stopped shaking, his brow
furrowed. “Oh come on, you must know you have a killer body. What’s with the
gauze on me, by the way?”

He soaped her calf and knee,
gently removing the wet gauze as he did. “Our healer, Nanu, had to make
specific cuts in order to drain some of the blood from your body,” he said,
soaping the cloth again. “Warriors are not attractive, Chloe. We are scarred
and imperfect.” His words were laced with ice.

Chloe lifted her free knee and
poked him in the chest with it. “Don’t get grumpy. Besides, I completely
disagree. Scars are a sign of your strength and courage, the pain that you’ve
endured. It’s made you stronger which, at least in my eyes, makes me want to
kiss you silly.” The washcloth splashed into the water. He quickly grabbed it,
but not before she saw him staring at her sex, which was parted open from her
knee poking him. He finished her other leg and removed the gauze behind that
knee.

“The new moon has passed,” she
said softly, thinking about how the edginess was no longer there. “I would
still have you, Tyrian.” Was she laying herself out there? Yes. Was he going to
reject her? She was certain. So why the hell was she doing it? She had no
flipping clue, but it might have something to do with the way her heart skipped
every single time she was around him.

His jaw flexed in the barest of
movements. “That is not a good idea. I’ve already decided that you and I will
no longer…participate in those activities.”

“Oh please, as if I haven’t heard
that before. I don’t understand you, Tyrian. I like you. I actually like you. I
think there was a reason my Papa left me to you. Against all his teachings
about raising self-serving, independent women, he left me to you, gave me no
choice in the greatest event of my future. Papa wouldn’t do that for nothing,
wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t for a great reason.” She hoped.

“People make mistakes all the
time.” He grabbed each of her hands and started soaping and rubbing them and
between her fingers. She moaned as her muscles relaxed blissfully. Chloe
watched him work, then squinted as she realized his cheeks held more color than
usual.

“Do you become flushed from
feeding?” His eyes jerked to hers.

“What do you mean?” he asked
icily.

She ignored his unwelcoming tone
and traced her fingertips over the heat of his cheek. “You’re flushed. Is it
the bath water? Or am I just that sexy? Maybe it’s from when you drank from
me?” A flush of her own crept over her cheeks.

He looked down at her stomach and
started washing it gently. “The water.”

“Oh,” she said softly. “So you
actually brought Lily here?”

“Yes,” he replied. She smiled again.
He had no idea how sweet he was. He was trying so hard to come off as mean and
uncaring, but instead she saw his caring nature in spades.

“Do you feel well enough to go
back to Telal’s? The demon has news for us. I would like you to be there in
case he has any questions for you.”

Chloe nibbled on her lip and
wondered what Lily would think of meeting the infamous demon—ten months before
she would be his.

“Yes, I should be good to go. Do
you really think he’ll be able to help us figure out how to kill this demon
that’s following me?”

Tyrian nodded. “If anyone can,
it’s him. He knows more about myths, legends, and demonic lore than anyone I
know.”

“Oh, so he’s like a librarian
type.” Chloe had a hard time picturing the blue-haired, golden-skinned demon
reading a book. He looked too hardcore, like he should be riding a motorcycle
in a black leather jacket, while drinking a beer and smoking a cigar at the
same time. Though now that she thought about it, he was wearing an expensive
looking suit when she met him. Guess he really was more of the stiff type. What
a shame. Lily always loved men in leather.

“Yes, he comes from a royal
family in the nether-realm. That, too, is one of the reasons he has been
allowed to stay atop the rift.” Chloe tried hard to picture the stiff demon
with her wild, bold sister and couldn’t. It’d be a mess of a relationship, if
that was even what they tried to have.

She relaxed and enjoyed the feel
of Tyrian’s hands soaping and cleaning her. She felt weak after being poisoned;
she shivered at the thought. It would take awhile before her body was back in
perfect working order.

When his hands dipped into her
hair, she let him dunk her, then shampoo and condition her hair. The feel of
his strong, sure fingers massaging her scalp so gently, flared pulsing warmth
inside her. She wanted, envisioned, prayed that his hands would dip down to cup
her breasts, follow the trail of her stomach to her sex.

If her sisters would have told
her two weeks ago that the Commander of the Atal Warriors would be cleaning her
and shampooing her hair in a few weeks, she’d still be on the floor laughing.
It was amazing how quickly she was softening toward him, much faster than he
was to her. But she wasn’t sure if she wanted to stop it or not.

She’d always been a risk taker,
and that part of her now said ‘jump!’ ‘Take the leap!’ The bad part was her
heart was entirely in on it too, happy to let herself go completely with the
cold warrior. She’d seen those beautiful, warm glimpses inside him but it
wasn’t enough. Could she get him to open completely? A part of her swore the he
was dying to. In the warm, gentle caresses over her body, in the way he’d
warmed to her even if he didn’t realize it.