he couldn’t sense what she was
feeling, but he was wide open to her.
Savitar had all but given up hope for
finding a woman who would one day
have his child.
He had always believed that he and
his brothers would mate, but he had
convinced himself that whatever
Arcadian female they mated would
have only allowed him to touch her
when it was the three brothers
together. That she would never
choose to allow him to love her
separately, regardless of the bond
between them.
He’d had dreams of playing with
the children a mate would have given
them and the sadness he felt knowing
that none of the little boys and girls
were his nearly broke her heart. He
would
have
loved
them
with
everything in him, but in his mind he
would never be their father because
he would never be loved by his mate
as his brothers would be.
She knew what it felt like to feel
unwanted and she never wanted him
to feel like that with her. Raven
reached down to turn his head to her
so he stopped what he was doing to
look up at her. It took her a moment
to make certain her voice was strong
and sure when she spoke to him.
“You know that all this mating stuff is
new to me, but I consented to be
yours. That means that one day I
would love to have children with you
and if I have to swear to only have
sex with you to prove that when the
time comes then I will.”
His eyes widened in alarm. “You
cannot deny my brothers until you are
breeding!”
She laughed. “I didn’t mean that,
sexy Savy. Since you told me I would
have to learn how to take all three of
you at once eventually there are
obviously other ways to take care of
Kadan and Tristan. What I’m saying
is if you want me to show you how
important you are to me then I will do
whatever it takes to prove it to you. If
you want me to make sure the baby is
yours then that’s what we’ll do.”
She made sure the bond between
them was open so he could feel the
truth of her words. She felt the
emotions swirling inside of him and
knew just how much her offer meant
to him. She yelped as he jerked her to
him so he could bury his face into her
stomach. His grip around her waist
was so tight she could barely breathe,
but she simply rested her head on top
of his and ran her hands through his
long hair. He pulled back and she
saw his glowing eyes were bright
with emotion.
“I would never ask that of you, but
you have no idea what your offer
means to me, my queen. Just knowing
you would do that for me is enough.”
Raven opened her mouth to say
something but a loud growl from her
empty stomach had them both
laughing.
“We must feed you, my love,”
Savitar said. He pulled out a silver
shirt made of a shimmering material
and a black vest similar to the one he
was wearing. “Would one of these be
acceptable to you?”
Raven studied them then ended up
taking both of them along with the
pants before walking back into the
bedroom. She gave Savitar a few
moments alone in the closet as he put
the trunk back where he’d stored it.
She knew he was a fierce warrior,
known for his strength and power and
it was strange for him to be so
vulnerable to her.
For such a giant man, Savitar had a
sweet, softer side that he showed
only to her and his brothers. It made
it easier for her to trust him because
he didn’t hide anything. No matter
what she asked he was always
honest, even if she didn’t particularly
like the answer. In some weird way it
made her feel closer to him because
of the way the rest of his world saw
him. They were frightened of his
strength and power, but there was no
one on Arcadia she trusted more.
Perhaps that was the reason for the
blood bond between mates. It cut
through the bullshit and allowed for
mates to see the real person beneath
the surface.
Raven put on the leather pants and
was pleased to see that they fit. The
pants weren’t really made of leather,
they were simply a leather-like
material that moved and stretched
with the wearer and were so
comfortable that it almost didn’t feel
like she had anything on at all.
She looked down at the vest and
shirt she had laid on the bed and
decided to be bold. Wanting to match
Savitar, she picked up the vest and
put it on. Once she was done
fastening up the front she looked in
the mirror and froze. On a young boy
the vest would have fit properly, but
on her it looked more like a corset
top with the swell of her breasts
showing through the V cut in the
front. With her gypsy curls falling
wild around her shoulders, she
looked provocative and badass.
She absolutely loved it.
She turned as Savitar walked out of
the closet. He stopped abruptly as if
he had slammed into a brick wall.
His nostrils flared as he growled and
stalked toward her. She smiled as she
felt the waves of lust pouring off him
and met him with equal fervor as his
lips smashed down on hers.
The kiss was brutal, wild with
passion, and a little rough. His hand
sank into her hair, gripping hard as he
used it for an anchor to keep her
exactly where he wanted her. They
fed off one another as her hands
stroked over the corded muscles of
his back. He sighed as her stomach
gave another loud protest and rested
his head against her forehead as they
both panted for air.
“Come,
we
must
feed
your
impatient stomach before I take you
on our bed again.”
Chapter Six
“Relax, mate. All will be well.”
Raven held Savitar’s hand as they
entered the main hall. At first she’d
been amused that he had wanted to
hold her hand, but through their bond
she could sense that it was important
for him to do so. It seemed like mates
holding hands had become somewhat
of a recent trend and Savitar had
hoped to show their commitment to
one another by embracing the
demonstrative gesture. She wasn’t
usually into public displays of
affection, but if it meant that much to
him then she was game.
Nerves had her clinging to his large
hand, grateful for his support as she
walked with him into the unknown.
The last time she had been in the
main hall was not something she
wanted to remember. Part of her was
embarrassed for the less than stellar
entrance, but it wasn’t like she had
any preparation on how to behave
when getting her ass drop-kicked into
a whole new world.
It was midmorning, but there were
still a few people in the hall eating at
the long tables. It came as no surprise
to Raven when she saw Kadan sitting
at the table up on the dais. For a
moment she was able to study him
unobserved as he spoke to the
warriors he was sitting with. There
was a distance between Kadan and
the other men, as if he was listening
to what they were saying, but his
mind was really focused somewhere
else. His glowing eyes seemed dull
with sadness and it hurt Raven’s
heart to see it, knowing that she was
probably the cause.
There were two women at the table
who sat with the four men. Both had
long, dark-brown hair and they both
had on those ridiculous transparent
dresses, one in a lavender color
while the other wore teal. The
woman in lavender was perched on
the lap of one of the warriors, being
hand-fed some sort of fruit. Raven’s
eyes narrowed as she noticed the
woman in teal wasn’t interested in
what the warriors she was sitting
next to were offering. No, she was
too busy sending covetous glances at
Kadan under veiled lashes.
Oh, yeah. That was going to be a
problem.
A big fucking problem.
Jealousy had never been a problem
before, but Raven felt an irresistible
desire to punch the other woman in
the face for daring to look at one of
her men that way. Holding back a
snarl of rage, Raven’s steps faltered
for a moment at the thought. A snarl,
really? Jesus, she had obviously been
adapting to her surroundings faster
than she’d anticipated.
Normally not a violent person
except when the situation called for
it, she was surprise by the almost
overwhelming compulsion to attack.
She already thought of Savitar,
Kadan, and Tristan as hers, no matter
how stupid the other men had been.
Her temper held as she realized that
Kadan was oblivious to the woman
in teal and her come fuck me looks.
Savitar told her that they wanted no
one but her. However, that didn’t
mean Raven couldn’t warn others
about what belonged to her. If she
was stuck in this world, mated to the
three of them, she would make damn
sure they weren’t involved with any
other women.
She knew the moment Kadan finally
sensed her approach and watched as
his head snapped up and turned
toward her. His glowing eyes
brightened and his smile of welcome
made her heart skip a beat. It
seriously wasn’t fair to look that
damn good.
She could practically feel the
sorrow fade inside him to be
replaced with a hunger so powerful it
nearly drove her to her knees. Her
clit pulsed and her pussy became
slick with the need to feel Kadan
thrusting into her. Her grip tightened
on Savitar’s hand and he shot a
worried look down at her as she
stumbled. It became clear to Raven
that she was feeling Kadan’s
emotions and his need was being
increased by her own desire. She
mentally threw up a wall and Kadan
flinched as if he were physically hurt
by the loss of the connection between
them.
To make up for it, she let go of
Savitar’s hand and strolled forward.
Taking a firm grip on Kadan’s hair,
she leaned down and pressed her lips
to his. She felt his surprise and
happiness
mix
together
as
he
welcomed her kiss. Kadan growled
with pleasure when she took the kiss
deeper, stroking his tongue with hers
over and over again until there could
be no denying that he was hers.
It was a kiss of passion, of
ownership.
It made her hot and she could feel
her nipples tighten as they ached to
feel his touch. Refusing to give into
the lust pushing her to take it further,
she pulled back. It shocked her just
how much she liked kissing him, but
she did. For a moment she’d
forgotten
herself
and
her
surroundings as she sank into him,
into the heat.
She smiled shyly at him. “Good
morning, Kadan.”
“Good rising, sweetling,” Kadan
growled back as he shifted in his
seat.
Raven had to commend his self-
control since she could feel that he
wanted nothing more than to pull her
down on his lap so they could
continue that kiss. Instead, she felt the
burn of his gaze as he took in what
she was wearing as she sat down
next to him. Savitar chuckled as he
pressed a kiss to her forehead and sat
down on her other side. Raven shot a
friendly smile at the others at the
table. The woman in lavender
beamed a smile back at her but