Page 10 of Sevan

Chapter Six

Lorelei stared down at Captain Vasil, unable to form any sort of witty response. It was him. The man she’d assumed was her subconscious’s answer to her need for comfort.

Unable to stop herself, she touched his face, running her fingers over his stubble and tracing the hard edge of his jawline. It was easy to relish being close to his chiseled perfection, so she did. The gods were good judges of her idea of the perfect man. They had to be. They’d sent her a mate who was made to order.

A mate?

She dismissed the thought of mating quickly. It was just a dream. Having been close to mating once before, Lorelei had no desire to repeat the horrific events that put an end to her engagement to Christian, nor did she intend to give her heart to another.

As much as she wanted to believe herself, Lorelei knew that resistance to the fates’ choice for her was futile. Her body was on the cusp of a reproductive high and already the effects left her in cold sweats with a burning need to be filled with seed.

Staring down at the man, Lorelei couldn’t stop the feelings that ran through her. So many nights she’d dreamed of his kisses, his touch, his body sweetly invading hers in every way possible. To have him here, in the flesh, was almost too much.

Before Lorelei realized it, she was grinding her hips against his rather impressive erection. The thin layers of material between them did little to prevent her clit from striking against his bulging member. Heat flashed through her cheeks as she thought about the countless nights she’d opened herself for him in her dreams, allowing him to do things to her body she hadn’t even thought possible. Now, with Sevan under her, she wanted to tear their clothes off and fuck him until she could go no more.

The emerald-green eyes that stared back at her from under a shaggy veil of blond hair had consumed her thoughts and her dreams for months. Having them focused on her now, seeming to soak her in, was nothing short of pure torture.

Sevan looked as stunned as she felt. Reaching up, he touched her lips softly, causing heat to flare through her body. Long strands of her hair fell forward, encasing them in a wall of black, giving them a moment away from the prying eyes of the others. A slow, lazy smile moved over Sevan’s face as their gazes locked.

Lorelei licked her lower lip out of habit and Sevan moaned softly. It was then she knew the attraction went both ways. Could it be he’d dreamt of her as well? If so, did that mean he truly was the one—her mate, her husband?

Are you the one?

Sevan’s brow creased. “What one?”

Shocked that he’d heard her thoughts, Lorelei drew in a sharp breath and searched his handsome face for any clue that might unravel the mystery that had plagued her for so many months. All she found was the face of the man she was addicted to dreaming about, but also the man she’d dared to say she loved. Thinking him only a figment of her imagination, Lorelei had been ashamed of her growing need for him, for his tender caresses and his protectiveness.

Now, as his straining erection pressed firmly to her swollen clit, the shame she felt began to fade rapidly, leaving only carnal lust in its wake. The steely contours of Sevan’s body only served to drive that feeling on, increasing to a dangerous point. Her magic began to pound as hard and fast as her heart—thumping to the point it teetered on the edge of release, along with her sex-starved body.

Then someone cleared their throat, breaking the moment.

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