Page 7 of Embers of Fate
“That’s it...” He buries his face in my shoulder and moans, “Come for me now.”
My core shakes at his command, pleasure washing over me like a tidal wave. It’s intense and blinding, rendering me helpless as I feel myself on the brink of an out-of-body experience. In the distance, I hear my voice crying out in delirium as he shows me the true meaning of ecstasy.
He brings me back down again, his lips blazing a trail of fiery kisses up my neck and finally landing on my mouth. I kiss him back with unbridled passion—elated, exhausted, grateful that this gorgeous man was ever born into the world.
My chest heaves with panting breaths. I can’t move, can’t say a word, swept by the powerful sensations rushing through me. Regardless, he reads my needs. He takes his rugged hand to his waist and finally starts undoing his belt.
Oh gods. Yes!I want to scream, but bite down on my hand instead. It’s going to happen. I want it so badly. So, so badly... And then, someone knocks on the door.
“No, no…” I groan, trying to catch my breath. But my head is still spinning.
He doesn’t even glance back at the door. His eyes are trained solely on me, a smug smile playing on his lips as he reads my face. He’s filled with pride and feverish lust, his whole being focused on satisfying my every desire.
But then I hear a voice calling out, breaking the spell between us. “Sam?” it says.
I shut my eyes.Dammit. It’s Mila.How dare she interrupt us at such a crucial moment?
I release a long, stuttered breath, heart pounding hard against my chest. His eyes bore into mine, and without a sound, he speaks to me, conveying that he finds the situation frustrating yet absolutely hilarious. I echo his sentiment. And then I realize, it’s impossible. We shouldn’t be able to communicate so clearly without words. Not unless…
Another knock on the door.
“Sam, are you all right?” Mila’s voice rings out. This time, her pitch goes a notch higher, full of concern and urgency.
He bites down on his lower lip, trapping me between his hands on either side of me against the slab of marble. He’s unwilling to let go, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I wince. “She’s not going to leave,” I whisper, frustrated at missing out on what could possibly be the best sex of my life. The truth is, if I don’t come out now, she’ll come back with the entire Elite of the Ursa Clan in tow. And that’s not a good thing.Nevera good thing.
He remains silent, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. Slowly, he fastens his belt and takes a step back, putting painful distance between us. Without his strong arms and solid chest holding onto me, I suddenly feel cold and vulnerable.
Reluctantly, I get off the slab of marble and stare at him. He’s not much of a talker, but I don’t care.Iwant to do the talking.Will I see you again?I want to ask.Do you want my number?Dammit, I’d say these things if they didn’t make me sound so clingy. Oh, but how can anyone not cling to this gorgeous man?
I hastily smooth down my hair and straighten my skirt. A quick glance in the mirror reveals my blushing face, my lips red scarlet from his ravishing kisses.
I catch a glimpse of him as he strides towards the door.
Just before stepping out, he pauses and looks back over his shoulder at me. Our eyes lock, and in his simmering sapphire gaze I read the unspoken promise of our paths crossing again. A shiver dances down my spine at the certainty in that heated stare.
He turns the lock, then opens the door wide and walks out of the restroom. The throbbing bass of the nightclub’s music seeps into the room, mercilessly grounding me back to reality. And when he’s gone, all I see is Mila’s pale face turning even paler, her mouth gaping open and eyes so wide they’re about to pop out of their sockets.
“Mila,” I snap, jolting her out of her daze.
She startles. “Huh?”
“You wanted something,” I add bitterly. It’d better be worth it since I just gave up the best sex of my life.
“Yeah,” she says, glancing down the hallway. I can tell by her expression that Hot Guy is no longer there. Her gaze flicks back to mine. “Samara, we have to go. Your brother’s looking for you.”
I roll my eyes in annoyance. “Ugh,” I growl. “Of course he is. We better go now… The gods forbid we keep the almightyUrsa Kingwaiting.”
6
SAM
When the car pulls up to the driveway, I’m clasping my hands so tightly that my knuckles blaze white. I try not to betray my inner restlessness, but surely fail. Gavriil wants to see me in the study. That can only mean one thing—he wants something from me. This is no warm fraternal reunion. The tender brother I knew growing up died a year ago. I hardly recognize this stern-eyed man who calls himself my sibling, the Ursa King.
At twenty, I’m just one year shy of coming into my full power as a witch. Gavriil knows this, though he’d never admit it aloud. He also knows full well I’ll be a formidable spellcaster. My magic has astonished us both more than once. Yet, in the end, titles matter more than gifts. He’s King, and I the subordinate younger sister who must bend to his decrees, no matter how much I might wish to resist.
Rattled, I turn to Mila next to me in the backseat, gazing dreamily out the window as she hums a lilting tune. So whimsical, her mind ever-wandering to realms only she can see. We’ve been inseparable since childhood, brought together by our brothers’ close bond.
