Page 32 of Urn My Love

Pulling her onto my lap, I caught her face in my hands and kissed her like it was the first time. When I released her, she was panting, and she had the sexiest bedroom eyes I’d ever seen.

She adjusted herself on my lap, inadvertently grinding against my painfully hard erection. “How much time before you expect the solar storm to reach its climax?”

The only word I heard was climax.

“Wh…what?” I asked, my heart tripping as she leaned forward to wrap her arms around my neck, which had her soft breasts so close to my face I could nearly lick them.

Since we’d met, I’d only seen her wear the oversized men’s clothing, or my favorite—nothing at all. The tank top she was wearing fit her like it was painted on, and her breasts looked ready to spill over the top at any moment. It was tempting me in ways I hadn’t experienced.

I wanted to rip her top down and mark her breasts with kisses and gentle bites. Just like I wanted to unzip my jeans, reach beneath her flowy skirt, push aside the strip of fabric between her thighs, and bury myself in paradise.

Temptation was an invitation I never refused, but I didn’t want my beautiful mate to think I was an animal who couldn’t control himself, so I did my best to focus on what she was asking.

“How long before I need to be ready to work on the veil?” she repeated, while the fingers of her right hand brushed idly through my hair.

“Two nights from tonight,” I answered, trying to breathe through my mouth so I wouldn’t smell the sweet scent of her arousal.

My inner pegasus would see that as a sign of our mate having needs we were neglecting, and I’d end up taking her right there on the patio, not caring who might happen to wander by.

“So soon,” she whispered, leaning forward and tucking her face in the crook of my neck.

Her warm breath on my neck, combined with the fingers running through my hair, and her other hand trailing down my chest, had me swallowing a growl. She was killing me.

I’d hated being touched, and now I couldn’t get enough of being petted, and was two seconds away from begging for belly rubs like a pathetic dog.

Oh, how the mighty had fallen.

“Do we need to travel somewhere special where you can reach the veil?” I asked, my voice husky.

She shook her head. “I can touch the veil wherever I am on this side. When it comes time to trap Azurea in Cucalas, I will need to return to the spot where we traveled between the worlds. The veil is weakest there, so it will be the easiest spot to open and send her back.”

“One thing at a time. First, we stabilize the veil. Then we’ll figure out how to handle Azurea.” I traced my fingers along her spine.

“Thank you for being here for me. It’s nice not being alone.” Iolani shifted positions so she could suck my bottom lip into her mouth.

I nearly exploded in my pants.

“We need to get you fed and back into bed,” I croaked, fighting every fiber of my being that told me I should selfishly take what I wanted.

“I’ve slept enough.” She laughed, then wiggled her hips playfully. “Besides, I’m comfy here.”

Well, that makes one of us, I thought, wanting her to stop moving but simultaneously wanting her to move more.

“The amount of power I will be funneling into you is going to take everything you have. I need you to focus on saving every bit of energy you have over the next two days.” Wrapping my arms around her, I held her to me, reassuring myself she was strong.

“If I go upstairs, will you cuddle me?” Her eyes held a naughty glint, but her thoughts were serene and sweet.

I would have agreed to anything this woman asked of me, so I nodded. “Only if I get to be the little spoon, though.”

Igrabbed my shoes from beside the door. Tiptoeing out into the hall, I gently closed it behind me. Jazriel was still sleeping, and after the show-stopping performance he’d given me and the follow-up encore, he deserved to sleep in.

My night would have been perfect if August had been with us. But I hadn’t seen him since he’d carried me into the lodge the day before. I tried to tell myself he was just tired and was sleeping like a rock, but I couldn’t completely silence the voice that was telling me he’d left without a goodbye.

The long hours of sleep, combined with my mate’s incredible stamina, and my anxiety over August, had left me buzzing with so much nervous energy my skin crackled with tiny electric shocks every time I brushed against something.

I needed to run, and thanks to the suitcase filled with clothing and shoes Ryls had delivered while I’d been on the trail, I had the proper shoes to enjoy it.

Once outside the lodge, I stretched and then started jogging along the trail marked as being the easiest. My long strides quickly turned to a run, and within minutes, I felt the tension in my muscles fade.

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