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Armel stepped towards her, ready to claim her in the way every other Ren claimed their mate. It might not be as magical as having a silver fox say a few words about destiny and choice but it was love and lust combined in the perfect dance of two souls.

Bae did not fight the sleep that beckoned her, her ear pressed against his chest she could hear his heart beating steadily, a gentle reminder that at least for the moment, in his arms, she was safe.

Dressed, Armel was a man to be reckoned with. Naked, he was beyond intimidating.

Even if he wasn't watching, he would have still known she was shy, just from the noise her thoughts were making in his head.

Even with her asleep, magic rippled between them, beckoning him to hold her closer.

Her body craved his. She needed him inside her.

Her fingers itched to reach out for him, to touch him. He was hers. All hers.

Her hair was left down in ringing curls, a fiery crown of glory no metal ornamental headdress could compete with.

He was proud, jealous, possessive even. How the hell was he supposed to share her with six other men?

He would fight any Ren to the death, even a brother, if she was to be his prize.

I lick my lips as I take her in; she’s an enigma. Earlier as I watched her I was sure I had her pegged; pretty, rich, party girl, slightly shy but up for some fun. With my profile of her character in mind I had felt in control. Now that she’s surprised me my grasp on control feels looser. I don’t know what to expect from her and it leaves me feeling off kilter.

It was hers... her Kitsune... her magic. The magic of all the Kumaris past, present and future.

It was ironic really that she was willingly, like a lamb to slaughter, going to her Commencement, readily taking the Crown that would prove to be her curse.

It would be the height of dishonour if you were to die while your Cankurian mate lived.

Magic calls to Magic. Heart calls to Heart. Mind calls to Mind.

The magic of the Kitsune was calling for her to claim it, own it, perhaps even be consumed by it.

The magic swirling around Bae made her look menacing, almost feral and he wanted her more than he'd wanted any other woman. She was something else entirely.

This time Bae's moan was not soft. It was a howl of pure exaltation.

Trust was something the Kumari couldn't afford. Not with friends, not with her siblings, not even her children. There were only two things a Kumari should trust; the magic that ran through her veins and the love of her bonded mates.

Where his skin touched hers, it felt like there was a current of pure magic between them. It was enough to boil her veins.