“More,” Assyria demanded, over and over and over again. So I gave it to her, her walls tightening down with each subsequent drag of my dick from root to tip.

A tremble wracked her tiny frame beneath me as I moved my lips to her neck and dragged my teeth over the soft skin there.

“Rokath.” My name, my real name, slipped out, half-plea, half-prayer. I answered her with a deep thrust and circle of my hips so they brushed over her clit.

Her breath fled, and then she shattered. The pulses of her pussy only made my cock throb harder, and I gritted my teeth to prevent myself from coming before her orgasm finished. Slapping sounds filled the air as I pounded into her harder and harder, dragging out her pleasure.

“Fuck, keep coming, Assyria. I’m so close,” I grunted, my own breath coming in ragged pants. Sweat slicked my torso, but I was not going to surrender to my own orgasm until she was thoroughly wrung out.

Those dark lashes fluttered against her cheeks as her ecstasy eased. When she opened them and revealed those devious burgundy eyes, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a curse, I jumped back, my dick immediately hating me for leaving my mate’s warm center. Hot ropes of cum shot from me and spilled onto her stomach; I didn’t even have to grip myself to finish.

Breathless, I rested my forehead against hers. Our eyes locked, and she showed me such depth of emotion in that moment, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to unpack it all. If the emotion slipping from her side of the bond was any indication, she was utterly altered by our joining. Just like me.

“Wait here,” I ordered, needing a moment of space to process what the fuck had just happened. Shoving off the bed, I strode immediately to the bathing chamber. I rummaged through a few cabinets, finding clean cloths, and then I ran them under the tap. Satisfied they would work sufficiently, I returned to my bed.

Assyria was in the same position I left her, wrung out from the orgasms I’d given her.

Tenderly, I opened her wider, cleansing her skin of our combined releases. Then, grabbing a different rag, I lifted each of her slender arms and wiped the wounds too. I pressed my lips to each mark I left in her, the primal part of the bond purring with my outright claim. Yet at the memory of her scream, guilt nipped at me. She hadn’t wanted it, and I’d forced it on her.

I retreated as I grappled with myself for control.

She just made me so fucking angry all the time. I was a wreck because of her. My life was chaos because of her. So why did I feel guilty about trying to break her? To show her that I was in charge?

I grabbed my discarded clothes and pulled them on after I returned to the bathing chamber. Then, I swapped the used rags for clean bandages and some ointment for her wrists without thinking. Why did I care so much if they healed properly?

The reckoning happening inside me held all my focus until I found Assyria attempting to dress. I cleared my throat to get her attention. “If you sit on the bed, I can clean your wrists so they don’t get an infection.”

She glanced at the healing supplies I held, her brows rising off her forehead.

“Okay,” she said warily, pulling on undergarments. When she settled herself on the mattress, I sat beside her, studying her flushed face and wild hair. All the signs I’d made her come thoroughly. Yet it wasn’t enough, and I already wanted her again, despite my better judgement.

I focused on her wrists to dispel the disquiet in my head. Spreading ointment evenly, I ensured no bit of the H was left untouched. Then, I wrapped the smooth fabric over them, not too loose, and not too tight.

Before the bond got any more ideas, I rose from the bed. My armor lay scattered, and I picked up each piece, studying it for any marks or dings. I buffed out a few spots, but otherwise, they were unharmed in my rush to get it all off.

Meanwhile, Assyria finally dressed, allowing my dick to calm down.

“You should put those in your bag,” I said, indicating the ointment and bandages. She tucked them away without a word. Settling my ebony horned helmet over my head, I sighed, feeling more like myself again. “Are you ready to go?”

She lifted one brow with all the snark she was capable of. “Are we now asking nicely for things in our relationship?”

I wanted to growl at her. Clearly one orgasm around my cock hadn’t shaken her fire from her. “First, this isn’t a relationship in the traditional sense. Second, if you keep up with that smart mouth, I’m going to go back to demands,” I pronounced.

“Fine, I’m ready,” she said, her tone like ice. She hefted her bag onto her shoulder with a glare.

I turned on my heel and stalked away before I lost my temper and thought of other ways to control this fucking female.

She followed me all through the palace, quiet in the early morning, until we reached the stables, where my horse waited for us.

I took her bag out of her hands and threw it across his back. She didn’t protest as I lifted her by the waist and put her in the saddle. Then, I dug my foot into the stirrup and swung myself over. At our close proximity, the bond flared again. I gritted my teeth and willed it away.

But down it, more than a hint of pain caught my attention.

With smug satisfaction, I realized it was coming from Assyria. I urged my horse forward, and Assyria made a small noise, like the motion hurt her. Cursing myself, I wrapped a strong arm around her waist and lifted her ever so slightly out of the saddle, so the hard leather wouldn’t dig into her core.

I hated that I wanted to care for her in this way. I should have relished the pain I caused her. Instead, I was fucking carrying her in my arms as we made our way to the war camp.

What would happen when we reached it?

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