Hadaen [The Marujan Brothers Series] Book One by Hannah888

tried to
still his racing hormones. His cock was as hard as an iron rod. If
he didn't find something warm and wet by the end of the night to
bury his swollen member in, he'd die for sure.
    Shifting, he widened his thighs a bit
as the painful throbbing threatened to rip him apart. Sweat beaded
his forehead, trickled down his temples. Why didn't he want another
woman but her? Amelia Kunar was destined to drive him off the plain
of sanity and into fucking dementia. And there was no kidding about
it. He couldn't describe the emotions he felt for her; the feelings
that shook him to the core whenever he laid eyes on her. It was all
too much to take in. The simplest way possible that he could
explain it all was that he wanted her. Needed her.
    Hadaen closed his eyes as he allowed
the sweet lavender scent of her to wash over him. He pictured her
smile; the delicious curve of her lips, the innocently sultry beam
in her eyes. Amelia was all woman; pure loveliness straight down to
the detailed slopes of her slender curves. She wasn't skinny. Just
slim enough to entice the advances of any man who was in his good
senses. He wondered if she knew just how beautiful she
was.
    Utterly breathtaking.
    And he'd protect her with his life.
He'd stand as a shield before her until Deorci’s burnt remains blew
with the wind. For eternity.
    Hadaen's eyes flew wide open and he
tossed a blanket over himself to conceal his straining his shaft.
He could sense her coming from miles away if he wanted to. He
allowed his gaze to follow her shadow as she approached his tent.
He swallowed. He'd never before felt so stupidly anxious in his
life.
    In a moment, she paused short in front
of the entrance. He would have liked to believe that she hadn't
thought she needed permission to see him.
    "May I enter, my lord?" Apparently,
she had.
    "Come," he simply said.
    She entered the tent slowly as if by
caution. The light from the lantern shone dimly against her
radiance. Hadaen suppressed a groan. His cock ached even
more.
    "Lord Hadaen, I--"
    "You haven't called me that in over
seven hundred years."
    Her cheeks burnt rosy red. "Yes but
since we are--"
    "Don't formalize things, Amelia." He
wanted to stand but damn it the pain in his groin was killing him.
"How are you?"
    " Fine ." She scratched the back of her
neck and looked around. "Esyth told me you were finally awake so I
decided to come s-see you..."
    A grin spread across his face. He
couldn't quite help it, really. "Finally?"
    "It's just that--um, I was worried,
you know. Thought you were--" She stopped talking and frowned,
taking in a breath. "It's good to see you without a slit through
your stomach."
    He'd forgotten that he was shirtless.
Hadaen followed her gaze down his torso and to the point where the
blanket started to cover him from his waist. An electric current
sparked through him. He smiled. "You're staring."
    "What?" Her face paled like raw dough.
"No--I was just...just looking at--"
    "My completely invisible scar?" he
chuckled. He didn't want to torture her but boy did he love the way
her pupils dilate. Amelia held his gaze for a moment before walking
up to him, taking a seat on the rug before him.
    "Thank you for what you did." Her eyes
blazed sharply. "It means a lot to me. I could never repay
you."
    Hadaen forced himself not to reach out
and touch her, fearing that the lightest touch would leave him
coming all over himself. "Repayment is not what I need, Amelia.
Let's be honest with each other..."
    "Okay." Her pupils shook wildly when
she looked at him.
    "You let me into your mind back there.
On the field. Why?"
    She blinked and looked away. "I don't
know. I was hoping you'd dig around in my mind for the reason
instead."
    So she wants to play that game, now
did she? Hadaen leaned against the stacked pillows and studied her
face. Her hair fell messily around her head as if she'd been
running her hands through it too many times. Her lips were dry, a
small pink tongue jutting out occasionally to bring