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The fight with Korvax had barely raised his pulse. But now, with the human trembling in his arms, something hot and fierce roared to life in Rael's chest. It was a wild, primal feeling, something that demanded that he protect this small, fragile creature at all costs.
Holding Elian close, the scent of him filled Rael's senses. It was more than just the heady smell of a human, more than just a simple biological urge.
It wasn't just a human.
It was Elian.
Desire surged through Rael, hot and fierce. His instincts roared to life, screaming at him to claim Elian as his own.
Using all his willpower, Rael forced himself to shove Elian away from him. "Stay back," he growled, his voice rough with the effort.
Elian stumbled backwards, shock and hurt flashing across his face. "What?' What's wrong, Rael?" He looked at Rael's face, realizing what was happening, and then his brows knit together in thought. "I… I trust you not to lose control."
"You shouldn't," Rael said.
He turned away from Elian, clenching his fists in frustration. It was bad enough to betray his own instincts, but to do it in front of the human, to show him just how much of a monster Rael truly was…
Elian didn't understand. He couldn't. He was a sweet creature, not cut out to be around Borraq. He was an anomaly, a paradox, a puzzle that Rael's mind couldn't help but be drawn to, even in moments when he desperately wished it would focus on something else.
And he smelled so damn good.
If Elian was a Borraq, Rael wouldn't have to hold back. The way his body was reacting, the way Elian felt in his arms… It was pure, simple — primal.
If Elian was a Borraq, Rael would claim him as his mate.
But he wasn't.
Elian was the enemy of his people, and Rael had to remember that.
No matter how much his body demanded that he claim this pretty little thing, clever and brave and trying his hardest, as his own.
With a growl of frustration, Rael tore himself away. "Come on," he said. "We're going to have to move before that jackal's done licking his wounds."
Elian hesitated. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to—"
"Silence," Rael snapped. "Just follow me."
They moved in silence, the moment of peace from before now replaced with a tense undercurrent. Elian kept casting worried glances in Rael's direction, as if he was afraid that Rael was going to snap at him again.
And the concern only made Rael feel worse.
Chapter ten
Elian had run. He was free, his legs whipping through the thick wild grasses of Vasz. He was free—
Then there was a growl, low and dark. Before Elian could react, Rael pinned him down, rolling on top of him. The warrior's thick, hard thighs trapped Elian's slender ones, and there was no mistaking the thick length that pressed against Elian's body, hard and hot through the fabric of both of their clothes.
Rael's big hands closed over Elian's wrists, pinning them to the ground. His mouth came down on Elian's neck, hot and hungry. He nipped at the sensitive skin there, making Elian moan.
Desire warred with the instinct to run. Elian was at Rael's mercy, and the heady thrill of it sent arousal crashing through him. He arched up for more—
—and then Elian was sitting up in bed, gasping for breath.
It was just a dream.
Elian looked down at himself. His thin sleeping clothes clung to his body, revealing the hard evidence of his desire.
It was just a dream… but the desires it had awakened were all too real.
