Raven's Mark (The Raven Queen's Harem 1) - Page 25

“How do you plan on deciding?” Sam asks and the others all lean closer, listening intently for my answer.

“You have thirty days to prove yourself to me. I want a single month, thirty days, to ensure that I’m picking the right one.” I exhale, trying to rid myself of the nervous tension in my stomach. “At the end of that time period I’ll make a decision.”

Dylan, as always, is the first to stand. He bows and says, “As you wish, Goddess.”

The others follow, bowing in my direction, and for once I notice a bit of rivalry as they look at one other.

Things are abou

t to get very, very interesting.

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Chapter 1

Sweat clings to my skin, pooling in my lower back. My hands are slippery, encased in the heavy, padded gloves.

“Two minutes,” Clinton commands, starting his stopwatch. “Now.”

With arms that feel like led I pummel the sandbag, hardly making it sway. I’m not weak. I’m just exhausted. I wake at dawn for three hours of nonstop writing to fulfill the obligation of my acceptance into the University Art Program. But once that’s complete I move onto the rest of my required lessons.

Two hours of physical training every other day. Two in ancient history. The same divided between art, chemistry and divination. Evenings, after our mandatory dinner, I mostly spend alone. I’ve noticed the guys tend to slip off—sometimes leaving the building. No one has extended an invitation for me to join them.

“Faster!” Clinton shouts.

I glance at him in the mirror. Just seeing him ignites a spark of energy that fuels my movements. Clinton is not just good looking—he’s hot. He’s a huge man with muscles on top of muscles. His abs more nine pack than six and I’m pretty sure his jaw is sharp enough to cut glass. I swipe at the bag, getting in a hard jab eyes focused on the dark hair that grazes his shoulders. With each punch I pretend I’m trying to get my hands in his hair, which is one step closer to getting his mouth against mine.

The Goddesses power flares deep within.

His eyes watch my every move. He assesses my form, speed and skill. Tomorrow we’ll work with blades. The next hand-to-hand combat. His job is to help me become strong enough to fight the darkness. Because it’s not about if it will come, it’s about when it will come. And I need to be ready to fight it off unlike last time.

“Focus, Morgan,” he says. But the energy wanes and my muscles scream. My biceps feel like Jello, barely able to make contact. Clinton steps behind me, easing his arms next to mine. He takes over, guiding each punch. Landing them with more power than I’ve ever mustered.

The stopwatch beeps and he cradles my arms in his.

“Time,” he whispers huskily in my ear. Goosebumps ripple across my hot skin. Even though I’m burning up a shiver rolls down my spine and I push my ass against his body.

“How was that?” I ask, knowing the physical part of the training is over. Well, maybe not all of the physical. We’re just not going to need the punching bag anymore.

“You’ve improved.” He holds up the watch and the number blinks.

02:15.

“Wait,” I snatch it from him. “I did an extra fifteen seconds?”

“Yes, you did. You’re stronger than you think.”

I spin, pressing my palms against his chest. It’s impossible to think of my own strength when faced with his. I run my hands down the soft cotton of his shirt, feeing the hard muscle beneath.

Clinton is so tall that when we stand like this, face to face, he rests his hands just under my ass and lifts me up until I wrap my legs around his waist. He does that now, amplifying the shiver in my spine. The only thing I can think of is his mouth and from the way he looks at me, like hungry wolf. I get a tickle of anticipation and lick my lips.

“I think I deserve a reward for a workout like that.”

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