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Chapter Five

Chapter Five

“Reaper is an Incubus. He unlike you though gets his kicks by throwing his powers around and feeding off unsuspecting women and from what I hear, not all of them are willing.”

“So, what you’re saying is that he is a rapist of sorts?”

“No not like that, but he is predatory in nature. I do not trust him with you.”

Saraid drew back from Liam, not out of anger but of curiosity. She had never heard him say something like that about anyone. He had always been protective of her, sometimes even a little over protective, but now that she has mixed blood and training under her belt he backed off. Something about this Reaper put him on edge and that was not something that she could ignore.

She placed her hand in Liam’s and it caught his attention, forcing a smile from her. “What has you so worried about him?”

Liam studied the carpet for what felt like a decade to her. Was he nervous? She has seen him like this once before and that was when he came clean about Ava sending him to the states to find her. He learned to never lie like that to her again. At the sound of his heavy sigh Saraid coaxed him further.

“Whatever it is, you know you can tell me. It’s you and me against the world remember?”

“Reaper just has this way of getting what he wants. I know Incubi are supposed to be these great seducers of all kinds, but he is almost too skilled at it. I think there is more to him, but I can never figure it out. If he were to ever feed from you against your will, make no mistake, I will kill him.”

She was not surprised or startled by his admission. She already knew as much considering he had almost killed his best friend two years ago for even insinuating that he would have me, before I admitted to myself how I felt about him. She pulled Liam’s hand to her lips and placed a gentle kiss on the top of his hand.

“Trust me. If he so much as tries to touch me again I will kill him myself.”

Liam raised his saddened gaze to Saraid’s adamant stare and a small grin adorned his face as he shook his head.

“Of that I have no doubt that you would try, but Reaper I fear may be too strong to ignore. He has had a millennium to sharpen his skills and I fear I may just lose you to him. All of us could lose you to him.”

Saraid felt a combination of fear and anger. She was afraid of what she felt and how helpless she was when faced with Reaper, but she was angry with Liam for not trusting their relationship enough to believe that she could withstand him. It was after all her thoughts of Liam, Treasa, and the others that brought her back from Purgatory and Reapers hold.

“Do you really have no idea how much I love you? Do you not trust my love enough to believe that I will fall victim to someone like Reaper? It was the mere thought of you and Treasa that came to me first, giving me the power to fend him off. When I thought of the others next, it brought me back to you, Liam. Our relationship, our binding, our love rescued me from being seduced by his magic.”

He seemed so unsure and insecure and Saraid was at a loss. She didn’t know what she could do to make him see how she felt other than opening their connection, but then everyone would know his feelings and she felt some things should be kept private.

She had an idea. She leapt up from the bed and crossed the room to her dresser. In the top drawer, under the layers of hosiery lay a bronze handled dagger. It was the same dagger that marked her as the leader of the Guardianship and now it would help provide a one-way connection between hers and Liam’s minds.

She turned and headed back to the bed where Liam still sat, staring out at her with eyes full of amused curiosity. Wasting no time to explain she climbed on the bed, straddling his legs. With the dagger in her right, she made an incision in her left palm and then instructed Liam to hold out his right palm. He did so with no questions asked. She made a small cut in his palm and then placed her wounded hand in his.

“What are you.”

“Shh. Trust me,” Saraid whispered right before she pressed her lips to his. It took no time for Liam to respond to her kiss. Holding their wounded hands together he moved to wrap his free hand around her waist, pulling her against him.

Saraid envisioned the communication line between herself and Liam and threw back her shields and allowed what she was feeling to flow down that line, straight into him. His posture stiffened at first, but as soon as he realized what was happening, he relaxed and allowed himself to feel it.

He stood, holding Saraid in his free arm while maintaining the connection with their hands. He lay her back on the bed gently, his body collapsing atop of hers as he devoured her passion. Saraid had never felt so in tune with any one person like she was with Liam. He needed this. He needed to know how strong her love for him was. She used to open the door and let him see before, but not since the others joined their binding.

“I love you so much, Liam. Do you feel how much I love you? Do you know how far I will go for you? You and Treasa are my strength. I will always fight for us, for you.”

Her words fell upon his ears, drawing tears from his eyes and sobs from his throat. His lips moved on hers with a fevered passion, his tongue diving deeper with each passing second. It was not sexual moment, but man was it a sensual one. Liam needed this validation from her and neither of them knew just how much.

He broke the kiss and just let his head fall beside hers and continued to cry. Saraid caressed the expanse of his back from underneath of him, trying to comfort him. It hurt her heart to see him this way and it made her think for just a second if he wouldn’t be better off without her.

“What kind of woman could cause such pain to the man she loves?” Saraid thought to herself.

As soon as the thought entered her mind, she cursed herself. Liam’s body went rigid above her and his sobbing ceased.

“You would leave me?” Liam asked, voice full of fear and pain. He raised his head and looked down at her, face still drenched from his tears and the sadness that had once been there had been replaced with anger.

“No. Of course not. It’s just that sometimes I think you may have been better off never having met me. It feels like I make you unsure of me and of my feelings for you and Liam, you deserve so much better than that.”

He said nothing as he studied her face, but his features softened at her words.

“Liam, I love you so much and one of the most important things to me is your happiness. You deserve a woman that you don’t have to share. You deserve to be in love without having to face insecurities about whether or not I feel the same.”

He lifted himself a little further and placed his palm on the side of her face. “I have never felt for anyone what I feel for you, Princess. I do have my insecurities, not because I doubt your love for me, but because I am afraid one day you will find someone who can steal you away from me. I live in fear constantly, but when you came back with the story of Reaper, it solidified my fears. Reaper has never met a woman he was unable to win over.”

Saraid pushed herself up on her elbows, causing Liam to roll off her legs and on to the bed beside him. She climbed over him and settled on his waist.

“For a Guardian and the King, you can be pretty fucking dense. Reaper will never take me from you. I am yours in every way imaginable. Nothing he could ever do to me will be nearly as strong as my love for you. Now kiss me you fool and show me how much you love me.”

Liam grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down to his mouth. He didn’t go for her lips, he went for her neck, the spot he knew would get her every time.

“Your wish is my command, my Queen.”

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