Page 61 of The Call of Crimson
BREYLA
“Where are we going?” I demand as a rather uncomfortable-looking prince drags me from the breakfast table.
We barely make it out of earshot before Ayden ushers me into a vacant sitting room and spins, pressing me against the nearest wall.
A soft gasp escapes me at the boldness.
One hand wraps around my throat, the other clamps tightly on my hip.
His hard body cages me in, his thumb tipping my face up toward his.
For a long moment, he just looks at me, something contemplative flickering in his amber eyes, then he lowers his lips to mine.
From previous experience, I knew Ayden kissed like he was consuming you, but this wasn’t that. It was soft and warm yet lacking passion.
I don’t return the kiss.
Ayden shifts, grinding against me gently—and gods, one of them must have blessed his bloodline, judging by what’s rubbing against my stomach.
His kiss turns hungry, more insistent, while his hand travels up the curve of my waist, stopping just below my breast.
I mentally shake off the surprise of his sudden actions, annoyance flooding my veins.
Gathering shadows around us, I wind them slowly up his torso without him noticing.
He's so busy trying to kiss me, he doesn’t feel the moment I use them to flip us—Ayden’s back slamming into the wall with a dullthudas I wrench his dagger free from its sheath.
The blade presses against his throat as I give him a dark look.
His chest heaves, heated eyes registering the anger in mine.
“Care to tell me what’s gotten into you?” It’s a demand, despite my phrasing it as a question.
“Fucking Aurelius made me hard,” he growls.
I arch a confused brow at him. “Come again?”
“That sounds bad.” He winces, visibly regretting his choice of words.
“It certainly sounds scandalous,” I agree. “It makes ‘I fucked my mother’s fiancé’ sound slightly better, though.”
“Breyla,” Ayden warns, voice strained.
“Ayden,” I mirror his tone right back.
He sighs heavily, deflating against the marble. “He used his Gift to make me rock hard while I was hugging my mother.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s an interesting use of his Gift…” I snicker, not bothering to hide the smirk that lifts the corner of my lips. “When it isn’t being used to torment you.”
“Doesn’t feel very fucking interesting right now.” Ayden’s head falls back, hitting the marble wall behind him. “I can’t get it to go down.”
“He’s punishing you.”
He groans louder. “I gathered that much.”
