Free Twin Flames by Elizabeth Winters

callousness was appalling. He thought he could sweep in here, make love to her, then pretend she didn’t exist? Did he think she was his whore? That he could dress her up and parade her in front of his people and it would change her? Make her one of them?
    It would never happen. She would never fit in here. Never find the happiness she deserved. The portal had been opened. It could be again. She was going home. But how would she ever be able to leave Devlin behind?
     
    Devlin pressed his palms against the cool glass windowpane as he stared down at the gardens below. He wanted to open the glass, let the sting of the wind whip around him, but he did not want Raven to get chilled.
    Raven. How could he make her understand?
    The situation was quickly getting out of hand. At first, she had been pure fantasy. A dream that stiffened his cock and made him ache for her sweet pussy. The fantasy had been mild in comparison to the woman lying in his bed.
    She held his life in her hands. The bond between them was so strong—one could not live without the other. She would come to love this world.
    She must.
    It would take a miracle to convince his people she was a proper mate. Even as a fugitive prince, his obligations required him to provide a suitable heir. Raven was not of their people. Her blood was impure.
    It was madness. He wanted her, was already in love with her. He wouldn’t forget that merely because she was different. Obligations be damned.
    The bedcovers rustled, giving him a glance of one smooth thigh splayed against the golden material. His cock swelled in expectation and a groan slid from his lips. Had she not been exhausted, he would have taken her, giving her no time for thought. As it was, he was sweating with the pain of separation from her silky body.
    “Devlin?” Raised on one elbow, her long black hair cascading past her shoulder, she gazed at him. “Is everything all right?”
    “Of course,” he lied. “Go back to sleep.”
    She slid from the silken covers and walked toward him. Her pale nude body made him desperate to be inside her, to feel the warm strength of her vagina wrap around his cock. The candlelight accentuated the length of her legs. Following the line of her thigh, he gazed at her flat belly, but it was her breasts that stopped him.
    Perfect. The round globes jiggled as she moved. Her soft pink nipples hardened with awareness. She was his. No other man would touch those perfect breasts. No other man would run his hand down the smoothness of her thigh to feel her damp pussy at his fingertips.
    With a growl, he sprang towards her, flinging her back on the bed. His mouth slammed against hers. He loved her taste, erotic yet feminine.
    She was his. The consequences be damned.

Chapter Eight
    The next day Raven decided to tour the castle on her own, but as she stepped out into the hall, Isabella was waiting for her.
    “You should really stay in the bedroom. What if the prince has need of you? He is a man of strong appetites.” She smiled, flipping her hair to expose the large mark on her neck. “Who knew he liked his sex rough? I would never have imagined.”
    Raven wanted to take Isabelle’s scrawny little neck between her hands and twist. “Devlin did not give you that mark. Go spread your lies elsewhere. I have no need of them.”
    Isabelle smiled. “You are so blind. The Council has ordered him to take a mate within the next moon or they will kill him. Why would he not try us each out? Though—” she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “—he has chosen me. I’m not supposed to say anything, but I thought you had a right to know before we make the announcement.”
    Raven felt sick. The woman was lying. She had to be. Devlin was in love with her. He may not have actually said the words but…
    So lost in her thoughts, she didn’t see the blade in Isabelle’s hand. Didn’t see it until it ripped into the tender flesh of her belly and twisted into her gut. She stared in