Chapter 294

Freya caught at his shirt to keep from falling. He swore softly, eloquently, a mixture of two languages, furious with himself as he cradled her in his arms protectively.

“I’m sorry, Aiden.” She was appalled, frightened at her weakness. The room was spinning; it was difficult to focus. Her neck throbbed and burned.

He bent his dark head to kiss her gently.

“No, little one, I am moving us too fast.” Everything in his nature, beast and centuries-old man raged at him to take, keep her, but he wanted her to come to him willingly.

“I feel funny, dizzy.” She whispered, resting her head on his chest.

He had been that little bit out of control, the beast in him hungry to put his mark on her, hungry for the sweet taste of her. His body was on fire, demanding release. Discipline and control fought with his instinctual predatory nature and won. He breathed deeply, carried her to the chair beside the fire. She deserved a courtship, deserved to know him, to come to f