Page 35 of Eternally Rare

“I cannot wait to see Rarity take this big cock, Dove. She is going to look so gorgeous on top of you.” He lies his head against my shoulder, exhaling a happy sigh, and my arms wrap around him because even with all this havoc between us, I want this.

I want him.

I am not sure how a vampire, an elf, and a dragon can be together. I’m not sure how any of this can work. Dragging my claws up and down his back, he relaxes so much, he lets his guard down.

His mind becomes easy to enter with our bond in place. A curiosity takes over, one that has me push forward into his thoughts, wanting to hear what he is thinking, and wondering if I’ll be able to get the truth.

“He feels so good. He is so strong. I cannot believe my best friend’s son is my mate. What would he think? I’d hope he know I’d treat him well. I never imagined that day when he asked me to—”

The thoughts come to an abrupt stop and Cailian shoves my chest.

“What—”

Tears brim his eyes, and he tries to get off me, but can’t. He continues to try, bouncing up and down until my eyes are rolling to the back of my head because he feels so damn good. I’m nearly ready to come again when he finally pulls himself free. He sobs, lying on the ground, his hole torn and bleeding.

“Cailian!” I run to him.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t come near me. You are a foul, inconsiderate asshole.” He throws a spear of ice at me, but I dodge it. My come mixed with his blood, flows freely onto the grass.

“Let me help you. I can take you to your witch.”

“I do not need you or your help,” he sneers. This is the first time I’ve heard true venom in his tone. Snow begins to fall around him, the cold healing the injury.

He stands, naked and beautiful while the sun peeks through the tops of the trees to radiate against his hair.

Much to my dismay, he waves his hand, hiding his body in that sexy tight snow gown again.

I groan, wanting nothing more than to mate him again when he is such a sight for villainous eyes.

“You only mated me to get the truth.” He picks up his crown which must have fallen off in our mating, to place it on top of his head. The icicles remind me of deer antlers, but instead of growing to the sky, they frame his eyes and face. A blue gem sits in the middle, reflecting the dismay pinching my eyes... “You used me to know what happened to your father. You wanted the mate bond, if not only for that purpose.”

I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off.

“Do not deny it. I felt you in my head.”

He closes his eyes and the emotion, the pain, the happiness, lust, and everything in between is gone.

I gasp from the air being taken from my lungs and hold a hand against my heart.

“The pain in your chest is me freezing the ability for you to feel me at all, to hear me, to sense me—” he begins to walk away before pressing a hand to my throat where his mark is “—to want me. Even when I need you, my body needs you, craves you, you will not be able to tell.”

I stand to my feet. “I deserve to know.”

“My business lies with your father. It has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me!” I roar, pounding my chest. “I am your firebond. You are mine. We have Rarity. How canwe make this work if you hide the most important piece of information?”

“Do you not know me well enough to figure out the truth on your own? I let you mate me, fill me, knot me, mark me, scar me, disrespect me, hate me, burn me, and whatever else you seem fit to punish me with. I let you kill me!” he roars. “It is not my fault you could not go through with it. I never don’t follow through.” His teeth are tight, his lips barely moving, and his gaze dances between my eyes before turning around and walking away.

“I never wanted this anyway!” I shout at him, hating how bad the lie tastes.

He does not look back. “Good. Business is taken care of. We do not need to be mates now that claiming is out of the way. We can go our own ways. We can figure out Rarity. Have a good life, Dovenyx. I hope the need for the truth instead of a mate haunts you for the rest of your life.”

I have nothing to say to that because thereisnothing to say. I rub my throat, already missing the man who changed the course of my life so long ago.

Fair is fair, is it not?

Now, I’ve changed his.