Page 215 of Untamed

She fits here. Without trying. Without effort. Like this house was waiting for her to come in and breathe life into it again.

And maybe I was too. My eyes trace the shape of her in the firelight, the shadows on her collarbone, the slope of her neck, the way her fingers twitch slightly every time Ladro pounces a little too hard.

She looks up suddenly, catches me staring.

“Creep,” she says, teasing.

I smirk, slow and lazy. “You’ll live.”

She grins, then tilts her head, a touch of mischief creeping into her eyes. “Come play with us.”

I arch a brow. “You sure about that?”

She blinks. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

I snap the book shut and lean forward, elbows on my knees, voice low and gruff.

“Because the only pussy I want to play with is under that dress.” Her eyes go wide. Colour floods her cheeks.

“Ares.”

I grin like a bastard. “You asked.”

She turns back to Ladro in a flustered huff, but I don’t miss the smile tugging at her mouth, or the way she keeps glancing at me from the corner of her eye.

And I swear, I could sit right here for the rest of my life and just watch her like this. Breathing, smiling, Soft and so fucking mine.

She tries to ignore me after that.

Keeps shaking the toy for Ladro, pretending she’s unbothered, but I can see the flush creeping down her neck. Can see the way her fingers fumble the string every time she feels me watching her.

She's terrible at pretending. And I’m worse at resisting her.

I set the book down on the table, push up from the chair, and cross the room without a word. The firelight flickers across the floor, casting her in gold and shadow. She doesn't look up, but I feel her body stiffen slightly as I drop to my knees behind her.

“You still want me to play?” I murmur against her ear.

A soft breathy moan escapes past her soft pink lips.

“Not if you’re going to be a perv about it,” she mumbles, but her voice is softer now, inviting.

I reach past her for the toy, fingers grazing hers. She lets me take it, and I flick it once, half-hearted, lazy.

Ladro blinks up at me like I’ve insulted his ancestors. Jordyn laughs quietly, her shoulder brushing mine.

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” she says.

I shrug. “Maybe I need you to show me.”

She turns to look at me then, her mouth is close.Veryclose.

And I don’t care.

I drop the toy, let it fall to the floor where the kitten attacks it like he’s reclaiming his throne, and reach for her instead. One hand on the back of her neck, the other slipping around her waist as I pull her back against me.

She exhales, soft and warm.

“Thought you wanted to play,” she whispers.

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