After looking at the half-dressed Meliai, she could honestly say, “Yes, Rune the Insatiable. Yes, I do.”
If he screwed the redhead, Jo was done forever. She was about to lose him, just when she’d found him. Her claws decided to dig into his hand.
“I’ll return with what we need as quickly as possible.” He tugged his hand away.
To her shame, she clung before letting go. “Wait! You expect me to just sit here?” With all the other women he’d previously enjoyed?
As Meliai sauntered over, he told Jo, “You must stay—because of the terms of your vow.”
Jo swiped at her forehead, her queasiness worsening. She might have to chance never drinking blood again.
Meliai smiled at Rune in welcome, seeming unconcerned he’d brought another woman with him. “How wonderful of you to visit.”
The nymph, with all her experience, was probably a much better lay than Jo. Would Rune arrive at the same conclusion? Nausea churned. Too hot in here. Jo was about to throw up blood, needed air.
Would Rune make Meliai scream?
Of course he would. He was supposed to f.u.c.k her “well.”
He wasted no time with the nymph, lowering his voice to say, “You can get me past the wraiths?”
Meliai looked him up and down as if he were a piece of meat. “I have the means.” Her throaty voice dripped with innuendo as she said, “And I just so happen to need something of yours very badly.”
FIFTY-NINE
Josephine’s face was paper-white, her outline flickering.
Why couldn’t she understand how little swiving another would mean to him? He was a taken male; he was Josephine’s. Meliai was a grudging ch.o.r.e to be done with—
Josephine darted for the exit.
Fury welled inside him. He’d told her over and over this would happen. But she’d chosen to believe whatever she wanted to.
“I’ll return shortly,” he said to the nymph. “Be available.”
Meliai raised her brows. “I’ll only wait so long.”
He made his way past admirers, nodding absently at them as he followed the only female he wanted.
Outside in the windy night, she leaned against the trunk, facing away from him.
“What is wrong with you?” he snapped. “You got jealous before and destroyed all my things. Once more, you’re jealous, throwing a tantrum to get your way.” Giving no concern for what he wanted. “I won’t be manipulated again!”
She turned to him with her eyes glinting.
He bit out a curse. “Why this hang-up, Josephine? You got past how many I was with before you. Why does the timing of this matter so much?”
“The timing?” Her voice was strained. “Explain to me how this would work. After s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g someone else, you’d shower, then hop in bed with me? Would we laugh about funny things that happened at work? Would you call if you got tied up with a client?”
“It wouldn’t occur every night, and probably not often after the Accession.” Then a thought struck him. What would happen once the Møriør seized control of the Gaia realm? Rune’s means were particularly fruitful when rooting out dissension; his duties might ramp up even more.
The mere idea exhausted him.
“Not every night? Will you listen to yourself? You are talking about being inside other females. About taking their bodies with your own.”
“This is my job! You saw me with the four nymphs that first night. Did I look overwhelmed with pa.s.sion? Or did I look bored?” Like I’d rather be making arrows in my chair by the fire? Would he never be free from this ch.o.r.e? “You remarked on my lack of reaction.”
Josephine’s tears spilled over—they were blood tears, his blood—and it was killing him. She was too young to be losing nourishment, and she couldn’t have fed enough during the many times he’d taken her today.
He wrapped his palm around her nape. “If you tell me Thaddeus will be fine for just a while longer, we’ll go home for tonight. Say it, Josephine.”
Her gaze darted. “We can figure out something else. If we work together. So I need you to stop thinking like this!”
His hand tightened on her neck. “Like this? This is me! You’ve told me you feel more than infatuation for me. Then aren’t you supposed to accept me as is? Why do you have to try to change me? What is so b.l.o.o.d.y wrong with how I am right now?”
“You’re trying to change me too! You’re making me give up something I feel like I’ll die without.”
Jo and Rune had traveled worlds together and had encountered creatures of all species. They’d seen wonders.
He’d never looked at anyone or anything with this much bafflement. “You’ve gotten what you wanted. I’m yours, and you’re mine. I plan to spend the rest of my life with you. Have children with you. You’re not alone anymore, Josephine. You have me. And you’ll have your brother—if I do what’s necessary.”
He was making promises to her, just like that groom. Except Jo’s actual groom was about to spend his wedding night with a nymph.
And Rune could act like he was n.o.bly doing this for Thad, but he was also doing it for the Møriør, for his mission. He still needed to kill Nïx.
His eyes widened as he lit on an idea. “You can ghost inside me. We’ll both be present, and you’ll see how little I’m affected.”
“I’ve been kidding myself.” This male was never going to be faithful. He wasn’t going to balk tonight. She shoved his hand off her nape. “I told you I wanted monogamy. Not a threesome.”