Bonded To The Alpha God of War
Iris studied him… truly studied him, not as the feared God of War, but as a man laid bare by love and terror.
Her lips twitched. Then she laughed, warm and genuine, the sound echoing softly through the sanctum.
“Oh, this is rich,” Iris said, folding her arms, amusement sparking in her eyes. “Do you know how many centuries it’s been since I’ve seen you this undone?”
“Don’t,” he muttered, though there was no real heat behind it.
Iris only laughed harder.
“The mighty God of War,” she continued, shaking her head, “brought to trembling breaths and tear-soaked lashes. If the other royal bloodlines could see you now…”