than liking and respect for Rowan. He had no regrets about trying to rescue her from her butcher father. But, this? This, he wasn’t ready to deal with. His Dragon had tied him to this woman--a woman he didn’t even know--for the rest of his life. No other could accept his seed, bear his children. Fuck, he wouldn’t even be able to get hard for another female now.
Worse still was that Rowan had been hurt yet again. Maybe not in a physical sense but hurt nonetheless. Her choices had been stolen from her not by her father but by Aidan himself. He’d come to take her away from this hell, to give her the freedom every person should have. Instead she’d been beaten, abused, and was now bound to him. An honor he sure as hell didn’t deserve, and one he promised himself he wouldn’t hold her to.
No, if they ever got out of here he would let her live her own life. This was one hell of a time to find a conscience, but he had. Rowan would not be a slave anymore, to her father or to him.
Chapter Four
“What was that?” Rowan’s voice was as ragged as her breath as she pushed up against his chest. Burnt caramel eyes met his, and for just a minute he considered what this mating meant to her. He, at least, knew what had happened. Rowan had no clue how her life had just changed.
“That was my Dragon saying he likes you,” he muttered. “It means you are under my protection now.” It wasn’t a lie. As her husband and mate he was bound to protect her, and he would. The rest of it, the forever and babies part, he would explain later.
No reason to alarm her if they were just going to end up dead anyway. And, if he were being honest, he wasn’t ready to deal with the forever and babies part himself, let alone explain it all to her. He would tell her though; she had the right to know. He was not like her father and she deserved his honesty. No, it would be soon enough to deal with things once he got her free of this place and safe in his lair. Ah, fuck. Aidan never, ever took women to his lair. His closest friends weren’t even aware of where he resided. It was instinct to keep it a secret, to protect his home and make a safe nest for his mate. For his children.
He felt the anger threaten again, and choked it down. He and Rowan Stone were bonded. That was that. The bonding only happened for couples who were a genetic match. It had nothing to do with love or emotion; it was all about propagating the species, strengthening the clans. It was an awfully convenient coincidence that mere moments after telling him her father believed they were biologically compatible, they had bonded in his species’ version of a fertility guarantee. If he hadn’t known it was impossible, he’d almost have believed Stone had somehow engineered it.
But that was impossible. And while Stone was nowhere to be seen, Rowan was here, firm and warm against his hip. Her breathing was evening off, but her eyes still looked wild and a bit stunned.
Laying there, wrapped in chains, all he could think about was dragging her into his lair. Having her spread out before him, his cock driving into her, his seed shooting into her womb.
He imagined seeing Rowan there, lying across his huge bed, her naked skin calling to him. He would fuck her hard and fast, then take her slowly. He’d drive her mad with the need to have him, and only him, inside of her, claiming her over and over again. His dragon would never be satisfied, he knew. The image of her plump with his child made him moan out loud. Christ! This was how males reacted once mated, every protective instinct burned hot, desire became a raging beast of its own.
Aidan used his grip on her hand to yank her roughly against him. Pressing up on his elbows, he met her halfway, catching her mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue plundered her hot, sweet mouth. Her taste filled his senses. He devoured her, claiming her lips and tongue as his own, thrusting into her in a promise of what he’d like to do to her
Bill Holtsnider, Brian D. Jaffe