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Her mind didn't comprehend the mistake she had made until it was too late — one dark, strong hand jerked back and then forward and connected with her face to leave a burning sting that hurt not only her cheek but her pride. Startled by the physical reprimand, she stumbled back, but lost her footing and found herself sprawled across the stoney ground beneath her. The shadow that enveloped her sent rolling panic down her spine. His voice fell on attentive ears.

She turned her face from him as he came close, letting his demands soak into the golden fur of her neck while volatile eyes burned her with outrage. His demands were not difficult to follow, no, but confined her to Salsola until the end of days. Without his permission to go, she could not. As the weight of his body pushed her firmly against the cool ground beneath her, she returned fire eyes to the mocha features of the Boss she had so readily claimed heartfelt devotion to only moments prior.

He was her family now, with Eris and her progeny but with so few others who remained within the walls of Salsola. Somewhere, she knew his promise to be true. He was her family, and she couldn't leave him, and accepting that fact was tantamount to surviving within the Thistle Kingdom.

The sudden change in the body of her King brought about restrained surprise in his Crone, but there was no resistance in her. All at once the fire in her belly was rekindled, heat between her thighs building once more as they opened to welcome the masculine frame she'd so desired to a more intimate closeness. Clawed hands dug into the flesh of his back while his muzzle found the soft flesh of the crook of her neck. "Que el deseo de mi devoción, y tendrás que, el rey - pero no voy a dejar que me deja cuando lo hagas." Spanish words were spoken as blood was drawn from the flesh under her fingers, feminine digits tracing the muscles found there as she pledged herself to the Thistle King.


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