Chapter 13
VALANCE
Shame crept through me. Like nerves rolled in grime.
What had I been thinking? That the human would take me on the bed?
That he would forget all of his hate suddenly?
I’d noticed his interest and his disgust—conflict on his face.
Thought I could tap into it, thinking with lust. What if he had come to me?
It didn’t change his hate. It didn’t change mine.
Kormac and Ren had come here to hurt us, had hurt Boyd.
This was shameful to the honor of my friend.
So, the fighting pit it would be. Now that I’d found my reason again.
I blamed the wine and my oversexed nature.
“I need a better hobby,” I muttered and headed for the bathing room.
Traces of him decorated the stone floor. Shavings, patches of wet, dirt in the pool from where he’d washed.
“Unseelie scum.” I splashed cold water on my face at the basin fixed to the wall.
His ferocity turned me on. Undeniably. Goodness. The force of him, the size of him compared to me. Everything. The dark hairs on his chest and arms and legs. Purely masculine. Ferocious. I envied any lover who’d enjoyed him.
“Danu!” I barked, grabbing the side of the basin. “I’m cursed with lust.”
I was hard again and had no choice but to bring myself to pleasure. After the violence, after the return of my hatred and his rejection of me thrown in my face. All of his words. My chest ached from where he’d hit me, yet I climaxed regardless. Hard. My orgasm burst out of me as lava.
I washed the shame off my hands, heading back into my room. I poured more wine.
A knock at the door. “Come in.”
Garret entered.
“What is it?”
“Your Highness.”
I didn’t like his expression. “What’s wrong?”
“I… I…”
“Out with it!” Fear twisted my insides.
“It’s Boyd…” he said. “He’s… Gone.”