Chapter 84

Rikash s breath sighed out of him. There was surrender to her mate in this position, that, Amelia thought, said far more about him than he realized. The moment that his wrists had been cuffed to the bed frame, the muscles in his body had released, relaxed, and his eyelids had fallen heavily over his eyes, his pupils dilating, his heart and breath slowing. This was more than arousal for Rikash, it was a release. He was no longer responsible, she thought, for anything other than receiving what she and Nadyr did to him, and there was a surrender and submission to it. "When you submit," she murmured to Nadyr. "What do you feel?" He slid his eyes to her and then away, colour pricking against his cheeks. He released his breath and rolled his head on his neck, releasing the tension through his neck and shoulders. "Amelia," he said quietly. "You will never get a dominant to admit to how he feels during submission." He stroked his finger alon