“That’s not true. You have your brother here.”
“Then it can be argued that you have Callum and Emilia.”
I thought for a moment about what he said and what it meant. After all this time, was I that easy to read? Yes, Emilia and Callum were here in my castle, not because they wanted to be but because they had nowhere else to go.
“What I have are two people who depend upon me to keep them alive, another who is infatuated with me, scientifically speaking, and his brother can’t stand to be in the same roomas me. I don’t have anyone, not like you. So stop wasting your fucking time drinking and—”
“And what!” He lifted his hands in the air. “What else am I supposed to do?”
“Me.”
“Stop talking nonsense and get out.”
“You stop.” I moved around the table and stood directly in front of him. “I am tired, Bastian. I am tired of fighting.”
His eyes widened at hearing me say his name again. He grabbed my hips and spun me around until my back bit into the edge of the counter. His hands rested on either side of my body as we stared at each other, not moving an inch. Something in his eyes spoke to a deep part of my being.
I breathed.
“I want to forget.” Forgoing all pretenses that I knew what the fuck I was doing, only able to focus solely on those large, calloused hands that were barely brushing my sides. “Would you want my lips wrapped around your cock? Licking… Sucking…” I stretched out each word, making no move to touch him. I looked down and smiled. He had grown and was strained against his pants. “Beg, hunter.”
“Shut. Up.” I knew he loved our little fights as much as I did.
I clamped my mouth closed as he reached forward and grabbed a knife from the counter, nodding toward it. “That is getting old.”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
I held still as he brought the knife up, grabbed the top of my dress, and felt the material between his fingertips. He grazed the tip of the knife across my breasts. My nipples hardened at the cold sensation. I gasped when I felt him moving the tip up to my neck, lightly cutting my skin. I didn’t so much as flinch, almost daring him to cause more damage, our eyes making a wager that neither one of us wanted to admit aloud.
He gripped the handle harder and sliced the knife through the dress, tearing the fabric to shreds. The clothing dropped in a heap at my feet.
“Like what you see?”
I smirked until I saw his eyes darken and the way a muscle in his jaw ticked. My throat bobbed at that look in his eyes.
“Fuck it.”
He bent down and wrapped his arms around my thighs, lifting me up, locking my legs around his waist. His tongue was on my breasts, teasing my nipples and biting down, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. I ran my hand through his hair and pulled until he was forced to look at me.
We stared at each other for a moment. The look in his eyes was so intense, piercing right through my soul. His head leaned in toward mine. Oh god. Was he going to kiss me!
I blurted, “Take me. Now.”
He stopped. I think he realized what he was about to do and said, “So fucking bossy. But I know exactly how to shut you up.”
He turned and swiped the counter clear of the food he was preparing and slammed me onto the surface. I gasped at how rough he was being. Not treating me like a porcelain doll that would crack.Fuck. It was hot.
He was palming my breast as he shoved two fingers into my mouth.
“Suck,” he commanded.
I obliged. Wiggling my hips, desperate for friction. His fingers were out of my mouth a moment later and then I felt the intrusion. My eyes almost rolled to the back of my head, not realizing how much I missed those thick fingers. I loudly moaned, not caring who heard. A hand clamped over my mouth as he pounded those fingers inside me.
I could feel the rising ache deep inside me. My walls clamped around his fingers and just as I was about to feel that delicious rush, he stopped.
I stared at him wide-eyed, confused about what was happening, until I saw that smirk. That fucking bastard.
Shadows began to swirl around me as he said with lethal clarity, “Use your magic on me and this stops.”