Page 118 of The Stone Initiation
My heart ached, insides twisting as we kissed deeply, the connection between us undeniable.
I reached for his arousal. Gripping it through his slacks. “This. Need it.” My voice was a demanding growl, and he answered with a rumbling growl of his own before gripping my wrist to stop me touching him.
“We can’t. Cameron…we can’t do that. Ever.”
Frustration formed a tight, painful spiral inside me. “Why? Whyexactlycan’t we be together?”
He pressed his forehead to mine and sighed deep and weary. “Because consummating this bond with you will drive me insane, and…And it willkillyou.”
Kill me? That made no sense. “Why? How?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “It just…does.”
I wanted to push, to argue, but what was the point. It wouldn’t change the outcome, and my beast recognized that this moment with him was too precious to waste with questions. It would probably be our last time being close like this, so I let it go and leaned into him, closing my eyes and winding my arms around his neck.
“It isn’t fair.” My whispered words sounded petty and small, but I didn’t care. My heart was too full of promise and loss in equal measure, of all that could-have-been and should-be but could never-be, and it brought out the selfish side of me.
“I know it’s unfair,” he said. “We must keep our distance.”
I bit back a laugh. “You just had your tongue inside me. I’d hardly call that keeping our distance. “
His chest rumbled and the vibration beat through me. My laughter died, mirth giving way to arousal.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said his voice gruff with promise.
My stomach flipped. Hard. “I want to taste you too.”
He made a low sound in his throat. “The things I could do to you…The things I want to do…” He exhaled and inhaled a couple of times to center himself. “This, tonight, was a one off.” He caressed my cheeks with the rough pads of his fingers. “A foray into the flames.”
I lifted my chin. “But never again.” Heart pounding because his lips were tantalizingly close.
His mouth brushed mine. “Never. Ever. Again.”
“Serath!”
Serath tensed. “I’ve got this, Orix.”
“Do you? Dammit, is she naked from the waist down?”
Serath snarled and covered me with his body. “Fuck off, Orix. I said I’ve got this. Do I look insane to you?”
Orix was right. Iwasnaked from the waist down. “Um…Serath, you tore my shorts and panties off.”
“Get her some clothes,” Serath called over his shoulder.
Long minutes passed in which, there was nothing but my heart beating in time to Serath’s and his warm breath ruffling the top of my head. I couldn’t help but drag my hands up his sides and over his back, tracing the ripped muscle.
“Cam…” his voice was a low tortured moan.
“I’m sorry.”
I was still throbbing for him, desperate for his cock, and my breasts felt full and heavy, aching for his touch.
“Hurry it up,” Serath growled over his shoulder.
“Orix is on his way back,” Selas said from somewhere behind him.
Serath shielded me with his body until a large shirt landed on the ground beside us. He snagged it and dropped it over my head. It came down to mid-thigh. Cotton not Lastonflex and it smelled of Serath.
