Chapter
Twelve
Magnus
As I steppedfrom her bedroom and closed the door behind me, I gulped for air while simultaneously cursing fate for tempting me like this. I grabbed the wood frame surrounding the door and gripped it until I felt it begin giving way, the wood crumbling under my fingers. Only then did I release my hold.
My entire body had gone rock hard the instant I got my first taste of her. In fact, my head still swam with the deliciousness of her I now craved. We’d be lucky if I didn’t tear down her door and spend the entire night making her scream my name.
I leaned against the wall and banged my head against it in the hopes of getting it back on straight. It had been a long time since I'd felt anything remotely like this. I paused, lifting my head. No scratch that. There'd been nothing quite like this. No one who made me want to throw caution to the wind.
To let go…
Fuck the consequences.
Back home, there had been nothing but users. Women who feared me for what I was but wanted me anyway because of my status as the heir apparent. Although the joke had ultimately been on them.
My uncle had never intended to allow me anywhere near his throne.
A quiet moan from the other side of the door caught my attention making me want nothing more than to be back in that room with her. She'd been soft and pliant, and oh so eager.
No. I shook my head violently against those thoughts. No way in hell I would get in that bed with her. We had enough trouble brewing between us without me stealing more. She'd nearly killed me, and I still didn't know if or when I would return to normal.
I should be furious and ready to punish her for what she'd done.
Yet, my feet remained planted in place and my hand gripped the doorknob so tight my knuckles were white. If I wasn't careful, I really would rip it from its hinges.
Only the burning under my skin stopped me. My dragon had remained quiet for too long, but I could feel him trying to break free. He probably wanted her more than I did. That thought brought me up short.
No way in hell.
There would be no touching her again. That had just become my new mantra and I was going to repeat it as many times as it took to get it hammered into my stubborn skull.
But I had to do something or I feared risking the loss of my mind. This is where I’d normally let the dragon out and we’d hitthe sky and hunt. But that still wasn’t an option. My skin rippled painfully for a moment, and I chose that as a hopeful sign that it wouldn't be long before he broke free.
And then I would be relegated to the back ofhismind. Again.
My skin bristled against that thought. There had to be a solution to all of this. A compromise that would allow us to co-exist once again. Because I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take.
Revenge.
The simple word whispered through my mind. As if it were that easy.
He was right though. It would be the only way to make everything right again. Tomorrow I would begin my quest again to find my way home. No more brooding or violent outbursts.
I needed this moment of clarity to think straight and I couldn't squander it before it disappeared.
“Magnus.”
I jerked at the desperate whisper of my name on her tongue. Before I realized what I was doing, I’d reentered her room and stood in the doorway watching over her. My only thought was to make sure she was okay. Only what I'd found rooted me in my spot and struck desperation through my mind.
She'd removed most of her clothing and was now splayed out on her bed, her bra barely containing her full tits. Dear Goddess, I was going to lose my mind trying to keep my hands off her. Not only was this insane, but it was also an egregious violation of her privacy.
I needed to leave—now.
It was a solid thought. One I knew I shouldn’t ignore.
"Magnus," she cried out again. The scent of her room had changed, but without the enhanced senses of the dragon I was unable to identify the full extent of the multitude of layers of her deliciousness. In fact, I could do little more than breathe deep and take as much of it in as my entire body shuddered under the rush.