Warlord's Return by Cynthia Sax

Author:Cynthia Sax [Sax, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cynthia Sax

Chapter Eleven

His gerel was seeking to escape him, to flee their bond. At first, Ariq was irritated, viewing that as a rejection of him, of their relationship.

But then he realized…

She wouldn’t be melting down if she didn’t have feelings for him.

His warrior female never shied away from confrontation. If she truly didn’t want him, she’d tell him off, likely stab him in the gut with one of her daggers to drive that message home.

She wouldn’t have leaned into him, looking up at him with her rutting face, her eyes soft with wanting, her lush lips parted.

Her feelings for him scared her. He understood that. Zondoo. His feelings for her, the intensity of his desire, the need to protect her, to always be with her, scared him too.

Fear was a sign something—or someone—was important.

He wouldn’t allow her to give up on that, on them.

So he pursued her, following her closely, keeping her within his sightlines at all times.

Her route appeared to be random. Xareni circled the settlement once, twice, walking near the base of the walls. She navigated less-utilized pathways, slipping in and out of the shadows, crisscrossing the Refuge, always in motion, never pausing or hesitant or still.

He tracked his gerel, turning when she turned, increasing his pace when she did. She was a wily prey and his hunting of her escalated his arousal, thrilled his primitive soul.

It also entertained him thoroughly.

“I feel you breathing on my neck, barbarian.” Her stride was long, and her tread was impressively quiet.

Beings scattered before his female. His chin lifted with pride. They knew she was a badass.

“Don’t you have tasks to complete?” She abruptly changed directions, heading toward the gates. “We’re leaving within mere moments.”

She wouldn’t leave without him…or without her drakon.

Ariq reached up to scratch Spark’s stomach.

The creature, perched on his shoulder, snapped at his fingers.

He found that response amusing also.

Spark liked him. The drakon chose to travel with him, not his mistress. But he would never make caring for him easy.

Xareni was the same way. She would always push against him, test his devotion.

He would pass each of her tests, wouldn’t move from her side. “The only tasks I have to do are to kiss you senseless, to rut with you until you scream my name, to mark you as mine, gerel.”

He skimmed his right palm over her leather-clad back.

She trembled under his touch. The musky scent of her strengthened. “You won’t be completing those tasks.”

“We both know I will complete them.” They’d rut before the sun set. He was certain about that.

She stopped and faced him. Her eyes flashed with emotion. “Why won’t you take no for an answer?”

Stars. She was magnificent.

He stepped closer to her, pressing his chest against hers. “You haven’t told me no.” He gazed down at his irate gerel. “Say no and then we’ll see how I take it.”

She stared up at him. Her eyes narrowed.

Trepidation gripped him. If she said no, he would have to back away, and he didn’t want to do that. Ever.

“You’re an ass.

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