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in his expression. “Have you lain with another?”
    She frowned, genuinely curious when she asked, “Would you not want me if I had?”
    A muscle ticked in his jaw. He ignored her question. “Has there been another, Valkyrie?” His wild eyes
    were seething gray. “Tel me! The beast in me stirs. It can’t share its mate. I can’t share my mate.”
    Regin swal owed at the intensity of his gaze. He would never give her up, would never accept the mere
    months she’d intended to give him. “Th-this was a mistake.”
    “There has been.” He threw back his head and roared like an animal in pain, crushing her against him with one arm as he pounded his fist into the wet stone over and over. “You were meant for me, meant
    only for me!”
    “Aidan, wait,” she cried, grappling to free herself, but he’d pinned her arms to her sides. “Listen to me!”
    He didn’t. “I was true to you, Valkyrie!” The rune stone began to crack under his assault. “I wil
    slaughter any who’ve touched you. …”
    Seeing no other recourse, she sank her fangs into one of the thick muscles of his chest.
    He seemed not to feel it. She bit harder until she’d drawn blood.
    Final y he slowed. “You’re biting me?” he slurred.
    With a rol of her eyes, she released him.
    “If you mean to pain me, you wil have to do better than that. I’ve had nine years of perfect misery.”
    “I had to do something to make you listen. Aidan, I’ve never been touched. Not that it should matter—
    since you are certainly no innocent.”
    He sagged against her in relief.
    She added sarcastical y, “My virgin’s blood is stil yours to spil .”
    He took her words seriously. “’Tis mine by right. You belong to me ! If there’d been another, I would make him eat his own entrails.”
    She blinked up at him. “And these are your words of sentiment?”
    “There’s no poetry in me, Reginleit. No fine words.” He stared down at her, his gaze seeming to
    consume her. “I come to you as a man unfinished.”
    Raw, grim male.
    He took her hands in his bloodied, cal used ones. “Accept me?” His eyes glowed, his lashes spiked
    from rain.
    Lightning struck then and her breath caught—he had a face made even more beautiful in the blaze of
    lightning. “Warlord, you once told me I’d always know what you’re thinking. What are your thoughts now?”
    “Partly, I’m thinking that I might shame myself in my trews, just from the feel of you next to me.” One of his hands snaked around to cover her backside, gripping her there.
    “Oh!”
    “And partly, I’m fearing I wil frighten you away again.”
    “You did not frighten me away before. Nothing frightens me.”
    “Then why did you leave me?”
    “Because you would not listen to me. You sought to take away my freedom.”
    “And give you mine in turn, woman! Then why’ve you come to me now?”
    “Mostly because of … the change. When beset by these needs, I came to you to have them eased.”
    Again, he went stil . “You came to me,” he repeated hoarsely. “To your man. Reginleit, you make my
    chest bow with pride.” His lips curled. “And my shaft swel . I’m greedy to sample these generous new
    curves you’ve brought me.”
    “My looks please you?” She straightened her shoulders self-consciously. “I fear I did not grow tal .”
    “Please me?” He laughed from deep in his chest. “You stun me. Ah, little wife, if you did not grow up,
    you certainly grew out.” One of his hands dropped to cover a breast, giving it a tender squeeze. When he
    shuddered with delight, she felt a thril down to her toes.
    “And you came to me to ease you here?” His other hand trailed down between them to gently cup her
    sex.
    She gasped. “Y-yes.”
    His eyes burned with excitement, with possession, with pride. “I’m going to make your lightning rain
    down.” He pressed the heel of his palm harder, and her head fel back.
    “Ah, yes! Make love to me, warlord.”
    “Words from fantasy. But