by Tasha Black
She glanced over at him and almost did a double-take.
He had been gazing at her thoughtfully, but when their eyes met the air between them seemed to electrify.
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Ozmarck
Ozmarck gazed, dumbfounded, at the fragile human as lightning coursed through his veins.
Emotion tore at him, threatening to suck his mind into a black hole of need.
I just met her…
But it didn’t matter. Suddenly, nothing mattered.
A lead weight of desire dropped on him, heavy as an anchor.
And he knew the feeling for exactly what it was.
He had found his true mate. Now his body was launching into the mating thrall, leaving him no time to wonder at the sudden change in his life and priorities.
The bartender approached, carrying a tray of food and beverages so heavy he nearly staggered under it.
“Come with me,” Oz managed to growl to Serena through a clenched jaw.
“But, sir, your food,” the bartender said.
“Bring it to my rooms, leave it at the door,” Oz snapped.
The woman was slowly lifting herself from her cushion, as if in a dream.
She probably had no idea - about the true bond or the thrall.
He nearly pitied her, but the demands of his body allowed him no room for conversation.
He offered her his hand and she took it.
They set off through the press of the crowd, but her pace was too slow. And there were too many other males, scenting her, leering at her.
His protective instinct amped up and he swept her into his arms.
“Wh-what’s happening?”
Her whispered words seared into his ravenous flesh, soft breath awakening each nerve ending.
He clutched her closer and broke into a sprint.
“What do you know about Maltaffian bonds and the rites of the thrall?” he asked her, the words tearing out of him as if they preferred to stay in and let his body do the talking.
“I’m just trying to take a night off,” she murmured into his chest. “Have some fun for once…”
By the red rings of Cylonius, she has no idea.
Well, if she was looking for some fun, she was about to find it.
He reached his room and slammed his palm against the sensor. After an eternity, the door slid open to reveal a monastic space.
Oz traveled cheap when he was on his own dime. There was just room for a large bed, a small chair, a case and a door to the bath.
It didn’t matter. They would only need the bed.
And as soon as he got his mouth on her she would forget her surroundings anyway.
A surge of lust nearly turned him inside out, and he tossed her to the bed as the door slid closed behind them.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, arms out to him.
He smiled.
She felt it too, the bond that stretched tight, nearly choking him the moment she was out of his arms.
He crawled in after her, stripping his t-shirt over his head.
She grabbed his upper arms, her soft fingers tightening over hard muscle.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
But she was too busy fumbling with the tie on his breeches to take any notice of his words.
Words were meaningless now. They were both in the thrall.
She was a proper female, conscious of manners and niceties, he could tell by her gracious handling of the Bergalian earlier and by the quality of the clothing Oz was ripping off her right now.
Any other night she would died before tearing at his pants frantically with her fingernails.
He swiped her hands off him and took off his leathers himself, flinging them against the wall where they nearly bounced back onto the bed in the tiny space.
When he turned back, she was pawing at her own silken undergarments.
“Easy, baby,” he groaned, battling his own panic to shred her bra and panties.
Her skin was warm and feverish to the touch. She was deeply in the thrall now.
He forced himself to take a breath and speak to her. It was wrong for her not to know what was happening.
“I will always protect you,” he told her. “I will treasure you always.”
But before he could voice the vows he intended, or explain what was happening, she went up on her elbows to press her lips to his.
He saw stars behind his eyelids, universes expanding and collapsing, the passage of time and space.
She moaned against his mouth.
He pressed her to the bed, pinning her warm, soft body with his hardness.
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