Page 33 of Prince of Blaze and Embers
“I’m not…” The words slipped between my lips like a hush. He was so breathtaking, so powerful, all I could do was stand there, wanting to drop the sheet and have him take me.
“I saw it in you the first time I saw you, even before you cast that spell.”
“You what?” My head cocked slightly as I felt his breath on my mouth. God, he was going to drive me insane standing that close to me.
“I’ve thought about you day and night since then. You’ve not only awakened that ancient magic, but you’ve made my life a bit of a mess since we met. Not to mention you’re in trouble for going into that forest alone.”
“I…” I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t alone. Well, I kind of was. And to promise I wouldn’t do it again would be a lie. So, I decided to let him do the talking, as being that close to him was becoming my drug. He was what I needed, what I wanted more desperately than the air I needed to live. He was ravishing, deadly, and I wanted him to be mine.
“Ash,” he whispered. “Things are happening in this world you don’t understand yet.” His hand rose and he grabbed mine, causing me to suck in a deep breath. “I’m going to need you for what’s to come. But… I can’t deny I think about you more than just for Allovan. Ever since you’ve been in my life, it feels like I don’t need anything more.”
“What do you mean?” I wanted to know more. I wanted him to keep talking like that forever with me. The angry prince had simmered like a shattered plate coming back together, sealing all the broken pieces back.
“Let me show you…” His eyes closed gently. His lips pursed together, pursuing mine. My heart was beating like a drum. It pounded like an earthquake, and it felt like dragonfire erupted in my stomach.
My hands clutched the blanket between us, my shoulders tensed, and the blood in my neck heated.
And as his lips pressed to mine, all the anxiety and tension flushed away like the dam bursting open. His soft lips touched mine. I dropped the blanket and slid my arms over his neck. Hewas so tall he had to lean down to kiss me anyway. His muscly arms wrapped around the bottom of my waist, and he pulled me into him. My bare stomach squeezed against his chiseled body under his thin linen shirt.
His tongue slid between my lips, and I gladly opened my mouth, sliding my tongue against his. My hands glided up from the back of his neck into his thick hair, scratching his scalp with my nails. He turned his head and drove his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch of mine, which I couldn’t get enough of. Mine licked back, wanting every inch of him.
His rough hands felt the bare skin of my back, exploring my body as I did the same to him. The kiss was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my life, and I thought that even if I died the next day, then at least I had that. The infamous Blaze Prince was mine in that moment. It was all I needed. It was all I wanted. I wanted him, and he wanted me. I was in heaven, and I wanted that moment to last forever. And I wanted more. I wanted all of him. Every moment of every day. He was my drug, and I was fully, completely fucking addicted. Those lips, that cock growing hard in his pants against my leg. I needed him.
Then… a knock came at the door, and all the pleasure disintegrated as he recoiled, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, coughing and nonchalantly pulling his hard-on into the crease by his belt.
God, I wanted that cock. As I wiped my mouth as well, I wanted to taste all of him.
“Come in,” he said, clearing his throat. His gaze met mine for a fleeting second, hushing me, telling me that was our secret. And that secret was sure as hell safe with me. Well… until at least I could tell Bella. Bella would fucking kill me if I didn’t tell her.
The door hinges squeaked as the door opened.
“My Prince,” Rosa said .
“I’ll be right out, Rosa.” He stepped back from me, but not before his hand rose and his fingers glided down my cheek,letting his thumb touch my lips one last time before he said goodbye with his eyes. “Don’t do that again.”
I nodded, knowing it was a lie. But I was awestruck, smitten, infatuated. All the things. And as he left the room, closing the door behind him, I collapsed into my bed, telling myself that if all this was a dream, then I sure as shit never, ever wanted to wake up from it.
CHAPTER 15
Rosa and Cade exchanged quick words; she whispered into his ear, and he agreed with a series of nods. He gave me a quick glance before he left the room, enough to wet my need for him, but far from enough to quench my thirst. He left like he entered; determined and quick.
Rosa remained, standing before me, gazing at me up and down, scanning my body coldly, yet with a raised eyebrow and the slightest hint of a smile. I pulled the blanket up from the floor and covered myself, sitting on the bed as it crumpled on my lap.
“You’re lucky to be alive,” the old woman scolded me.
“I know…” The images of the haunting face of the ogre burned vividly in my mind. The terrifying hunter inside glimmered in its wretched, beady eyes. It was hellbent on murdering me, squashing me like an insect under its huge weight and muscle. The man Cade called Rone wasn’t going to leave the forest without me as his prisoner. He’d have rather killed me than left me in defeat.
But I killed them.
I killed them both, and even though I had to do it, the feelingstill left me feeling like a monster myself. I’d never killed anyone, or anything really. Even when I saw one of the squeaky, nasty things with the tails scurry across the room, I’d squeal myself and run as fast as my legs could carry me. That man and his ogre were dead there because I used magic again. And even though my brain told me I did the right thing, my soul felt scarred—deeply scarred—and I knew with all my heart I’d never be the same.
“You must do as the prince says.” Rosa approached me and lifted my legs onto the bed. “And you need rest, dear. I’ll take care of everything. You just take care of yourself…”
I wanted to deny my fatigue, but it consumed me like a huge sea wave, crashing down onto me with cool, calming forgiveness. The prince’s taste still on my lips, fighting through my brain fog, I said, “Can you get Bella for me, please, Rosa?”
“You really must rest.” She tucked the thick, warm blanket over my shoulders.
“Please. I’ll sleep after, I promise.”
