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I know it's not wise to fall asleep because I may not wake up again, but I can't help myself. I need an escape from this coldness.

The Seer appears in my dreams again. I know she's behind this. I don't understand her attachment to me, but I want it to end.

"Seer," I call for her and shiver. Even in my dreams, I'm cold. "Why are you doing this? Have I disrespected you?"

"No, child." She intertwines her bony fingers. "There is a rift. There is too much unbalance amongst the greats. The Fates do not like it, so I must intervene."

I frown. "What rift? And what does this have to do with me?"

"You and the two Rider Kings that are chasing after you are distracted. This must stop. You, Venus, are wasting time with your assumptions. Enough is enough. I will show you what is in the heart of Dramon Zarith, wether it is dark or light."

"I already know," I shake my head. "I can't be with him."

"You do not know. I need you to decide quickly, so I will force the truth out of Dramon to get you there."

How? How could she possibly do that?

Before I can ask, I'm pulled back to consciousness by the claws of the bitter cold. It's dark. I'm alone and so very, very cold.

I open my lips and call one name, "Tr-Treysa."

There's not much warmth that my scaly friend can give me, but I need something.

Dramon's face appears in my mind. That rugged, sculptured, red-eyed, grey skin and short dark green hair. His skin looks like silver when wet, but I know there's nothing cold about it. I've laid against his chest enough times to know. I've kissed those lips, hugged that cock, been in those arms that were designed to destroy and please.

My memories are so livid that they warm me. It's like a tease. I want more. I need Dramon to—

No!

I'd rather freeze to death than give him a taste of victory. He wants my body, and I'm so bitter and stubborn that I'll deny him.

He thinks I'm beautiful. That's all I am to him. The exotic creature that came from the stars.

I keep whispering Treysa's name, hoping that she can hear me by some miracle. The snow falls outside and there's barely any movement. I only hear Dramon talking with another male. He's rushing left and right to tie town tents, cover the beasts, and patrolling. Everyone else takes cover, rendered useless under the storm.

Every time I hear him pass my tent, I nearly cry out. The medicine to my pain is right there, but I can't have it.

I lay under my useless blankets with an aching knee. I refuse to cave in and call for Dramon. I've survived the lava-hot pain of a shattered leg, and I can survive this.

A scream wakes me. I try to open my eyes, but even my lids seem to be frozen in place.

"A corpse!" a woman yells. Other than me, she's the only other female in the camp.

I want to ask her to be silent, but my lips are frozen. I manage to open my eyes in time to see the tent jerk from how hard the entrance flap is pulled apart.

"Fires," Dramon snarls as he drops beside my bed. "What have you done, Venus?!"

He's so angry at me that I'm sure he's hot to the touch. My temptation to touch him burns greater than his fury.

"Get wood," he barks to the woman. "Now!"

I watched with hooded eyes as wood is brought in. Dramon uses his scarred, scratched, bruised hands to spark a fire. Whenever a flame appears, it goes out, although there's no wind. This is the Seer's work.

"Fates," Dramon curses and mutters. I barely hear him whisper a "please."

After a minute, he has a fire going. The tent instantly begins to warm. I close my eyes with relief. It's over.

I hear loud footsteps as Dramon paces. He's agitated. A beast ready to strike.

Throughout the following hours, his men come in to report damages, injuries, weather, patrols, hunting, and a hundred other things. Dramon growls dismissals left and right. He refuses to leave, although he has many things to do.

The Seer is right on one thing. We're getting distracted. Dramon left a third of his Clan elsewhere, and he's following me to the ends of the Earth with only eleven other Clan members. He must know how dangerous this is. He's spreading his people and resources thin.

"There is a visitor that demands to speak with you, my King."

"He demands?" Dramon laughs. "Is he a God?"

"No."

"Then he's on his way to meet them if he demands anything of me again."

"Well... he claims to be a prince, sire. A son of King Centres."

"Tell the boy to return to his castle before he sunburns."

There's a pause. "Are you sure, sire? He is a head of royalty. King Centres may take offense to this."

"I will not take anyone's demands. Tell this head of royalty that if he does not want to lose his head, then he better leave a note and be on his way. I am busy."

"Yes, sire."

Dramon continues his pacing across the fire. It's like he's seeking violence.

By the afternoon, I'm hot under the blankets and hungry. I move the load off me and sit up.

Dramon moves to my side and glowers. "Explain."

He has never been this furious at me. Even when I left him, he wasn't like this.

"I was cold. That's it."

"So you couldn't call for me?" he grits out. "Why?"

I can tell he already knows the answer.

"Because I didn't want you against me."

"You would choose death over my touch?" he booms, and I swear some of the snow on top of the tent slides off.

My bedroll dips a little when he presses his knee on it and leans closer. "Listen here, female."

"Get off me," I push at his chest. I'm trying to be wary of his bandages to avoid opening up his cuts, but I can't promise I'll be as gentle if he keeps coming closer.

"You can kick and stomp and curse all you want at me," he grips my chin and pins my head in place. "But you will never hurt yourself again just to spite me."

"I'm your wife by paper, not by heart. I can do what I want, and if its to avoid your touch, then I will!"

"Why!" he growls.

I open my mouth, so he hooks his thumb into it to shut me up. He tastes salty. Like labor and determination.

"Why do you pretend like your cunt is not the warmest part of you when I am around? This is absurd. What is so bad about caving into your craving?"

I pull my mouth away. "Because I will not please you! I will not let you get what you want."

"And what is that?"

"Don't act a fool. You said it yourself. The only reason you chase me is because you think I'm beautiful."

He looks utterly confused.

I push him aside and he lets me when he sees how much effort I'm putting into it.

"I thought I miscarried," I look outside. I can't bear to see him. "I thought I lost a child. Do you have any idea how much humiliation and loneliness I've been through because of you? I refuse to do it again for a man who only wants my body. Go out there and take care of your camp. We need to find the woman. Enough time has been wasted."

"Wait."

He takes my hand, but I rip it away. "Go. I will check on Treysa."

He reaches for me again, but then drops his hand with frustration. He picks up his jacket and leaves.

I throw blankets over my shoulders and stare at what could have been my deathbed. After putting out the fire, I go outside. As I walk, my feet get cold because my sandals were not made for snow. A trail of three prints is left behind— my left foot, my right foot, and my cane.

Treysa is huddled under a tree, looking bored and unaffected by the surrounding snow.

"Hi girl," I pet her cold snout, and she sticks out her cold tongue to lick me. I cringe. "I'm glad you didn't come to cuddle last night."

Treysa huffs.

"Fine, fine. I'll leave you alone."

My feet are getting cold, so I walk through the tents in search of the smoke in the air. Men are eating outside the largest tent. They lower their gazes, and one brave one offers me a plate. I thank him and walk back to Treysa. After passing her a slab of meat from my plate, I walk indoors and eat alone.

I hate sitting and doing nothing, but at least the clouds of Rehyr that snowed on us have dispersed. We'll be able to get back on the road soon.

I spark the fire back to life and warm myself. The last thing I need is to get ill. The flames crackle in front of me, and all I do is stare and think.

I miss my Clan. Has their new Rider King been treating them well? He looked like a fair male. Talented in combat, too. He was good enough to take me down.

My hand absentmindedly massages my bad leg. If mother saw me now, she would scream. I'm torn up everywhere from my journeys. I barely feel feminine anymore.

After some time, I realize that the fire has been burning for too long. I'm uncomfortably hot, so I lower the flames. When I begin to sweat, I put out the fire. I soon realize that something is unnaturally wrong. My skin feels like it absorbed the fire, but I know this isn't a fever. The heat is centered low on my belly. I'm aroused, although I don't know why. I'm not thinking about Dramon.

Soon, he's all I can think of. I can't wipe the image of his abs from my mind, can't stop my hand from diving between my legs.

It's the Seer again.

I groan and crawl toward the snow. My bad leg is irritated, but it's nothing compared to the heat coursing through me. I take a fistful of snow and shove it against my already-wet pussy. The snow's bitterness only feeds my heat. My body recognizes it as a farce and is demanding the real thing. It wants Dramon.

There's a small part of my consciousness that is telling me to fight. The rest of my thoughts roar with memories of Dramon.

I somehow make it back to my bed. I lie on my side, my hand stroking myself like I'm a fast song being played on an instrument. It's not enough.

I'm gasping for air and writhing with discomfort when I hear him call for me.

"Venus."

I freeze and bite my lip. He can't know about my hunger. He'll take advantage of it.

"I wanted to talk to you about this morning." He enters the tent and steps closer to my bedside.

Those abs I've been obsessing about are so close. I could easily turn and lick them. That cock is just a small curtain of cloth away. I could rip his pants away and him.

No!

I lock all of my squirming limbs down and pretend to be asleep.

"I can tell you are awake. Your breathing is irregular." He sighs, and my bedroll dips when he sits beside me. "I am twenty-nine solar cycles old, Venus. I was not born yesterday."

I know very well how mature his body is.

"Female," he tries again. "We have things to dis—"

He touches my arm, and I snap. Like a feral animal, I spin and lunge for him.

Dramon is so surprised that he tumbles down with me atop him. Even in his shock, he finds my hips to make sure I don't land awkwardly. I straddle him, and I start ripping his clothes apart.

He's bare-chested with his sleeves hanging off his bicep in seconds.

"What... hmm." He shuts up when I shove my tongue down his throat and slip a hand down the V past his abs.

"Venus," he tries again, jolting when I fist his cock under his breeches. It's hard. He's ready to penetrate me and end this pain.

The cold didn't defeat me, but this heat? It melted my resolve.

"What has gotten into you?" he says as he locks a hand around my wrist to stop my stroking. "Let us talk first. I will thoroughly take care of you afterward."

"No! Now!" I mewl. (a/n: I hate this word lol)

"I will please you, I promise. We have things to talk first."

This makes no sense. Sex is what he wanted. I'm giving it to him eagerly, so why is he pushing it aside? He told me there's nothing but my body that he's interested in.

I don't want to talk. I don't want to answer those questions. All I want is relief!

I think quickly. Rolling off him, I bluff, "If you won't take care of me, then I will find someone who will."

Dramon pulls me back onto his lap. "I am not interested in murder tonight."

"Please?" I lick his neck from collarbone to earlobe. "Please, my King?"

He frowns and grips both of my wrists behind my back. My pelvis is pushed aside so I'm only straddling one thigh.

"What is this?" he asks, trailing his gaze to the cleavage I'm showing. He finds my eyes again and accuses, "You are not yourself."

"It's the Seer. I'll explain later. Enter me now. Please."

"Waters," he closes his eyes and prays to the Fates. "No."

"What?" I cry. "Why not! You said you wanted this!"

"Of course I do," he says as he pushes me off his lap. "But I'm no rapist."

"I'm willing. I swear. Do you want me to suck your cock?" I offer eagerly.

He slaps a hand over my mouth to silence me.

"Stop," he begs with a pained expression. His forehead comes closer to press against mine. "Focus, Venus. You are not yourself."

He's confused. I want this. I want it so badly I would kill for it.

I lick his hand, and he pulls away. My lips instantly find his neck again, and then lower to close around his nipple.

"Venus," he snarls. "No."

I bite his shoulder. "It will be so good. Do you want a baby, Dramon? I can give you one. Fuck me hard enough to damage my good leg. I'll never leave your bed. Your cripple wife will finally be useful."

"Do not speak of yourself that way!"

He maneuvers me so I'm face-down on the furs. My hands are secured behind me, and weight on my lower back keeps me from moving my hips.

"I'll die if I don't get some friction."

He groans. "What happened to you?"

"The Seer!"

"That does that mean?"

I widen my legs. "Please? Just the tip?"

"No!" he roars.

"But Dramon!"

"Fates," he groans. "Save me. I know I have sinned, but no man deserves this."

"I don't know about the fates, but I forgive you." I widen by another inch. "Come inside me to see how much."

"Venus, you need to focus. "You are strong. I know you are. I have seen it a dozen times."

"So are you. You're strong when you're thrusting that juicy dic—"

"Venus!" he growls, shaking me a little. The only thing he accomplishes is to make me moan when the blankets stroke my clit.

"Do that again."

He sighs. "I will let you please yourself. I cannot touch you."

"What? No! That won't work!"

He eases some of the pressure on the small of my back so I can move my hips.

"You may hump the blankets."

"How about a little tongue?" I try to negotiate.

"I wish," he groans. "More than you do."

"Take it, then. I'm right here for you. Just—"

A meaty hand comes down on my ass, so wide that it hits both of my cheeks. He spanked me!

"Do that again. Hard. Please, husband?"

"Venus!" he scolds with that voice that only makes me wetter.

After tucking the blankets under me, he waits.

"Are you not going to do more? Really?" I ask, ready to burst into tears.

"No more."

I groan my complaints and writhe against the blankets. The friction is pitiful. It's not enough.

Dramon sits beside me, pinning me down as I try to end my pain. He's equipped with all the limbs to end my misery. He's inches away, but he refuses me.

Why does he refuse me?


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