The throne room erupts.
Screaming and shouting, the nobles demanded blood.
My blood.
But it was all a drone in my ears, everything a haze. All I could see was him. His hands still gripped my throat, his eyes sparkling into mine, a slight grin on his face. He tilts his head just slightly. The predator in him showed.
It was just me and him. The desire in his eyes to do things to my body a sharp contrast to the stone marble digging into my knees where I still kneeled before him.
I like you on your knees before me, princess.
His voice in my head made me jump.
Damn mating bond.
His grin only grew. My anger with it.
A hand grasping his shoulder broke us out of our moment. His hand released me and I slumped to the floor without his support. The throne room was chaos. Luke was whisper
