** This scene occurs between Eternal Kiss and Eternal Captive **
10:19 p.m. Soho
She’d locked him in.
Alexander bit into the cuff encircling his left wrist and growled. Nothing. Not even a pinprick indentation. Clearly, his fangs were no match for metal.
Unlike his strength.
Slow and steady, he sat up on the bed, taking the headboard with him. The loud, aching creak of it mimicking his insides, his unfulfilled hunger – the cry of desertion he refused to utter. His vixen, his sweet cocktease, his beautiful and truest mate had lost her mind, her senses and her own forthcoming orgasm five minutes ago and had left him – had locked his unclimaxed ass in the cold, dark cell that had once upon a time been his cheerless lair for self punishment and feeding, but had, over the many months, become a den for sexual play between them.
And all because he’d been unable to lie.
Again.
Unable to lie, and for the first time, unable to give his mate something she wanted - his acceptance – his blanket willingness to become a parent.
Snarling, Alex yanked at the cuff, bending the bedpost into a perfect upside down V. Didn’t she understand him at all? Creating a life, a balas – it was too much, too precious. He could not hold such a gift, protect such a gift with the sour, unbeating heart he possessed. At this moment in time, he had nothing to offer a child, no stories or traditions to pass on – nothing but the tales of a balas so unloved by its parents it had turned to the rats in its cage for affection.
Didn’t Sara understand that his mother and her mate had grown an animal – not a nurturer – NOT a father.
Again, Alexander jerked at the metal, so fiercely this time the cuff snapped off and went flying into his face. He barely felt the sting.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want a balas.
Goddamit.
No.
In the deepest part of himself, the young, soft part that hadn’t been altogether destroyed – the part that was loved by its true mate - there was a yearning to care for a life of his own creation. But that was a selfish desire. Just as his love for Sara was selfish, but she was grown, she was a female who could make the decision to be with a paven like him – accept any and all that came with a paven like him.
But a balas.
A balas had no choice. A fact he knew all too well.
“ Damn you, Sara!” he growled, lifting the bed and flipping it over, just as he’d flipped his mate to her belly an hour ago, gripping her hips as he entered her honey-soft cunt.
She would have to understand his reasoning, his resolute pronouncement. His seed entered her body for pleasure only – not to bring a life into this world.
Walking over to the bars of his cell, he gripped the iron in his fists and hissed her name. Sara – his Sara – had locked him in here with nothing but his mind and his hand to finish what they’d started. He enjoyed their games, both in pain and in pleasure. He enjoyed her punishments – even enjoyed losing on occasion. But in this, he would come out the winner.
And his spoils?
Alexander’s nostrils flared and his fangs dropped, piercing the swollen flesh of his lower lip. His sweet, seductive Sara would pay for locking him up, lonely and pained...pay in the most delectable way he could manage. Wherever she found herself in that moment, it would serve as their mating bed while the audience she stood before would bear witness to her impassioned cries. For he would have her worked up, worked over.
If not by his hand, then by her own.
At least until he found a way out of his cage.
Tightening his hold on the bars, Alexander shut his eyes and called out to her.
* * *
11:59 p.m. Walter Wynn Hospital
What was she doing here?
At work.
It wasn’t even her shift.
And yet there was nowhere else Sara had thought of to go. Her home,
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