The chanting returned and I had to hope it was all part of the tradition. Was I going to have to f**k to that?
“Then we claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine and I shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.”
I loved that possessiveness. It made me hot. Wet.
“Here.” Ryston held up a piece of black cloth. “For your eyes.”
They wanted to blindfold me? The idea was petrifying and really hot at the same time.
“Trust us,” Maxim said, his voice just for me. His dark gaze met mine.
I nodded once, then closed my eyes as Ryston put the soft fabric over my eyes, secured it.
“Not too tight?” he asked when finished.
I couldn’t see anything, not even a hint of light from the bottom. Not the warriors who watched. It was snug, but not uncomfortable.
“No.”
I felt one of them wal
