Chapter 79

Nadyr regarded Harper critically. He had brought her a long dress in a shimmering green and had braided her hair until it resembled his own, sliding gold clips into it that were studded with gemstones. She had, she thought, never been more elegantly dressed, but she was unsure who she was dressed for – the Arken, or the woman that was mate to both men. "Remember," Nadyr narrowed his green eyes at her. "I know," she told him. "Five lives, including my own, rely on me convincing the Arken that we are mates and that I bit your shoulder." Beneath the beautiful dress, her skin prickled with the drying skin of come that Nadyr had smeared over them both after hastily f-king her face down on the bed, keeping the part of his c-ck that swelled out of her body when he came and clenching his hand around it with a pained groan. She badly wanted to scratch that offensive scum from her skin, but she knew that it served a purpose in being there. "Spea