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Once His Bully. Now His Whore 134
LADY BAEVERAI could not feel my legs.They trembled uselessly, refusing to bear any weight as the world still spun in slow, dizzy circles.So… this was what release feels like. I just had an orgasm.It had felt so good, so beautiful, so untainted. Gods, so I still have it in me. Tears welled in my eyes. I was not broken beyond repair, after all.Revandrel eased his fangs free and swept his tongue once across the twin marks, sealing them closed.I sniffled.“Shhh,” he murmured, one broad palm rubbing slow circles across my back. “You are alright.”Such gentleness from him of all people, only made my tears fall faster, soaking through his robe.This had been stolen from me so long ago. Seven hundred whole years of being hollowed out, of believing I would never feel this way again. It was a long time for someone to feel dead inside, for one to think she would remain dead forever.“You are fine,” he said in a softer voice, sliding his arm under my thighs and lifting me.My legs dangled l
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LORD REVANDRELMy eyes opened to the ceiling beams, then moved to the narrow window where moonlight spilled through. The night was silent, only the soft chirr of crickets and the occasional sigh of wind through the eaves disturbed it.I felt… rested. Stronger. My mind was clearer than it had been in days.I simply laid there for a little while, listening to the quiet of the old house. Then slowly, I rose…The old mirror near the wall caught my attention. I crossed to it, leaning against the wall, and surveyed myself.The punctures were no longer swollen and angry. The flesh had begun to knit, red lines now sealed under new skin. They were healing. Fast.I left the room, making my way through the dim corridor to the small stream that ran behind the strange-looking small house, needing a nice bath. It would help me feel like something that still had life in him.At the stream, I eased into the water, hissing at the first shock of cold. But it was instantly soothing, washing away the las
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LORD REVANDRELThe first time consciousness returned, it felt as though I had been buried underneath a mountain of fog. The world reached me in dull, distant echoes, my body unresponsive to my will.“I used the herbs you gave me last night, healer, but I fear they were not strong enough. One of the wounds still looks fresh, unhealing, unlike the others.”That voice…It had been constant, threading through the darkness every time I surfaced. A voice that was soft, gentle, and familiar. Just like her scent, and her touch.“Let me take a look,” a male voice replied.A shuffle of movement followed.I felt a sharp pain at my side, something pressing and probbing where I was already raw.“I think it hurts him,” the female voice said, concern softening every word. “Perhaps you should increase his pain draught—”“It is normal for him to feel some discomfort in his condition, my lady,” the healer sighed. “I know you gave him additional hermsbane last night, the brew was noticeably reduced this
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But I forced myself to move.Carefully, I eased my neck from the grip of his fangs, the wound on my throat open. Blood smeared his lips and chin.“Revandrel.” I shook his shoulder. “Are you alright? Can you hear me?”No answer.I looked around, and spotted Fabian kneeling beside one of the fallen sentinels. I called his name, my voice hoarse. “Come. We need to move him.”“Yes, my lady.” He rose at once and hurried toward us.The sentinel shifted into his beast form and lifted Revandrel, before breaking into a run.To keep up his pace, I let my own beast rise as well, taking her shape while I run after them. I had no idea where Fabian was leading us, only that I could not fall behind.Sullen Lake lay some distance off, a small town scattered across wide, lonely land.After a while, he slowed, stopping before a gated house half-hidden by overgrown ivy. Striking the rusted lock with a claw, it gave with a groan, and the gate swung inward.We passed through.The house was small and old, i
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I waited longer than I thought possible, my blood dripping into Revandrel's slightly parted lips.Doubt began to creep in: perhaps he could not. Perhaps it was already too late. My knees burned where they pressed into the sand, back aching from the curve of my spine as I hovered over him, but I held on.Heart in my throat, mind emptied of every thought except one: Revandrel could not die. I would not let him.It did not matter if he would hate this. If he would hate me more for stealing the choice from him, for binding us in a way he had never wanted. None of it mattered. He needed blood, rivers of it, and who else could give that much without dying from being drained dry? Only a bloodhost, only me.“Drink, Revandrel,” I urged, voice cracking as I rubbed the open wound against his slack mouth, smearing blood across his lips. “Come on…”Hope thinned with every passing second. My legs trembled. My heart sank. I began to pull away—A weak growl rumbled beneath me.“Revandrel?” I pressed
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Driving a blade through one throat, he yanked it free as the body crumpled, then buried it in another’s stomach. A third he beheaded in a single clean stroke. There was a brief clash of steel, before his sword sank into the next’s chest and stayed there.Then, he turned bare-handed to the next attacker, dodging each swing gracefully, as if he foresaw every move. His hand moved, doing something too fast for my eyes to follow. There was a twist. A crack of bone. The enemy dropped, head lolling at an unnatural angle.Gods, he was a warrior. Destruction in male form. Brutal, savage, beautiful in violence.They swarmed him like flies. He crushed them like insects.Seizing one attacker by the throat, he lifted the male overhead, and broke him across his knee with a snap before hurling the ruined body aside.My hand flew to my mouth as I watched in stunned fascination.Revandrel was winning.But more enemies poured from the surrounding bush, too many…flooding the road, encircling the small b
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The rest of the evening passed in a haze of wine, laughter, staged performances, and slurred, drunken conversations.By the time Philip and I retired to his chamber, my betrothed was well-relaxed, loosened by drink and comfort.For the first time in my life, I did not mind the sloppy drunken kisses
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LADY BAEVERA Master Vido was…The new co-head courtesan was…I breathed harshly. Oh gods, I cannot believe this.I wanted so badly to shout ‘Let me go,’ but the words were trapped in my throat. I could not speak. I could not move.Fear… an old, familiar, merciless fear I had not known in centuries
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LORD REVANDRELI finally grew tired of it all.My strength was entirely drained; a deep, dragging fatigue had settled into muscles I had not been aware of in years.Even my cock, usually as dependable as sunrise and as proud as a soldier, had all but retired. Not even a twitch of morning wood three
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LADY BAEVERAI hated being cornered, but strangely, I did not feel trapped. It was, unsettlingly.Revandrel was larger than most males, more alpha than many in scent, build, and dominance. Yet he did not trigger my scaredy-cat instincts. Too many strange things had begun to surface around this ma
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