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“Kyson. I agree this is your purview, ordinarily. But you cannot bond with your consort and destroy a contingent of Jagters simultaneously. Attempting to do so would put you, her, and the entire coven at needless risk.” His eyes narrow. “As Maker, it is my responsibility to avoid those. Do you understand?”
I hear the warning in his voice and incline my head instinctively. I am no less satisfied with his choice, but I bite my tongue and think about Scarlet. I cannot abandon her when we’ve barely entered each other’s lives.
“You’re dismissed. And Kyson…” Aziel waits until I meet his stare again. “Remember your promise. You have twelve days.”
Chapter Seven
Scarlet
Dreams Don’t Mean Anything
A hand caresses my spine, shivers following in its wake. My hair is brushed from my shoulder, lips pressing against my skin, kisses following. My eyes open slowly and I take in the room that has been my prison for the last few days but I no longer feel like a prisoner. I feel like I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
The bedding beneath my suddenly fevered skin feels cool as I try to figure out what is happening. My brain is screaming at me that this isn’t right but my body arches when a finger runs over my distended nipple. Lust courses through my veins but deep inside I still feel like something is out of place.
My nightgown creeps up my thighs before my modest pink panties are bared to the touch of whoever is behind me. I know the person will feel the wet spot the moment they touch me. Usually, I would be embarrassed by my arousal but I know my mate will find my wetness appealing.
Mate?
Where the hell did that come from?
The fingers petting over my covered pussy distracts me from my inner thoughts as a moan slips from between my lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear and I instantly recognize the voice.
Kyson.
I can’t see him but I know it’s him with every fiber of my being. My hips push back against him and his erection presses against my ass.
“Kyson,” I moan loudly.
“Fuck. I love hearing my name on your lips,” he rasps behind me as his hand slips into my underwear. “So wet.”
“More, please,” I beg, my voice husky.
“Anything for you.”
He spears me with two fingers, stretching me. My head falls back against his shoulder and his sharp teeth scrape at the column of my neck. His fingers move in and out of me at a leisurely pace that has my orgasm steadily bubbling up inside me.
“Come for me, Scarlet,” he rumbles as his other hand harshly pinches my nipple.
“Kyson!” The scream that leaves me bounces off the walls as my orgasm overwhelms me.
“Mine,” Kyson groans before sinking his teeth into my neck.
****
I am ripped from the dream almost violently. My hand flies to my neck searching for any blood but comes away dry. My breasts heave beneath the thin material of the nightgown I put on before going to bed. I hate these kinds of dreams. They feel so real that it takes me a moment to come back to reality after I wake up.
“I can smell your arousal on the other side of the compound,” Kyson says lowly from his spot beside the door.
“Fuck!” I shriek, not expecting him to be here.
“Language.”
“If you weren’t trying to give me a heart attack, I wouldn’t curse.” I glare at him. “How long have you been standing there like a creeper?”
“Long enough to hear you moan my name.”
