Page 97 of Wings of Lies
My hand moved to the clasps of my jacket while the other trailed down his spine. One by one, I plucked them open, my white t-shirt exposing my arousal. He pulled back, zeroing in on my nipples peeking through the fabric. I held back my smile at his ravenous look. Aspen’s restraint was fracturing.
I wanted to fracture it completely.
Slowly, I lifted my shirt, then circled the protruding dark pink tips, giving him a show. The blues of his eyes flared, and he broke.Diving down, he replaced my fingers with his mouth, sucking and circling.
“Aspen,” I breathed. “More,” I moaned, feeling the pulse of his tip, needing the rest of our clothes removed.
Understanding, he sat back, removing himself from me so he could remove his weapons belt that still held his pants in place, watching me as I trailed my fingers down my stomach. His eyes were eager, all heat, looking like he wanted to replace my fingers with his lips. But at the lack of contact, the smoldering heat changed. I watched as the hunger dimmed, blue flames returning to a soft glow. Aspen fell back, then luscelered away.
The distance shocked my system. All the heightened sensations I gained returned to normal as my flames sank back into my skin. The intense desire pounding in my chest extinguished like a weak candle. Yet, I sensed Aspen’s lingering desire and didn’t know what to make of it. To make matters worse, a set of boots crunched against gravel coming around the carriage.
“If you’re going to enjoy yourself, at least wait until we reach our destination,” Brock said.
I yanked down my shirt, grabbed my jacket, and stood.
Aspen stared at me, chest moving up and down, still irregular.
“I felt her emotions a ways out, almost interrupted, even thought about joining.” Brock came around and shot Aspen a wink.
I held back my gag, watching Aspen’s eyes flash to flames for a split second. Whatever desire I felt from him turned to anger.
He removed his eyes from me and gave Brock a grimace. “Don’t bother. She’s not worth it,” Aspen replied.
Ashamed, I stormed off, needing to get away from these feelings. I couldn’t believe what happened. I couldn’t believe how much further I wanted it to go.
But it couldn’t have been me. It couldn’t have. Seduction wasn’t a part of my powers. Fire and ice, that was it. It had to be something else. But he asked what I was doing to him. He sped away from me the moment he stopped touching my purple flames.
Don’t bother. She’s not worth it.
He didn’t want me.
With everything he’d said, everything I’d learned, I shouldn’t want him either. Yet, I had been attracted to him since the beginning. I wanted him to be the handsome prince who stole me from my life. Too bad I never expected this to be the outcome.
“Go get her,” Aspen said, sounding unsteady.
Brock was in front of me before I could get any further. I was starting to hate the fact that all angel-blooded beings could lusceler. He had a malicious smile on his face that I hardly noticed as two shadows moved behind him.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
One shadow zipped past on all fours. I squinted, unable to tell what it was. The second shadow materialized. Goosebumps spread along my flesh as I tilted my head from a wispy dark robe to a bloody skull covering its face.
The shadow made me question why Hana decided to share information about the Drunes in the first place. Because that was what the seven-foot creature had to be.
Brock turned when the Drune lifted its sharp, bony fingers and pointed at me.
I backed up, hitting the back of the carriage with my legs. My chest heaved up and down. Brock snatched my arm, dragging me around to the front, as I begged myself not to have a panic attack.
The Drune’s frayed sleeve dangled as it continued to point at me until Brock pulled me out of sight and into the driver’s seat.
“Prince Aspen, we need to leave. The leader of the Drunes gave us a limited time to leave their forest, and there’s one behind us as our reminder.”
I laid my wide eyes on Aspen. He stood off to the side, staring at me. That was all he did, stared, like Brock’s words didn’t reach him.
Shocked, I realized his eyes were glazed over. He wasn’t registering what was around him. Aspen, a formidable warrior and commander of a military, wasn’t mentally present.
“Prince,” Brock snapped. “The Drunes.” He gestured behind us and took the reins like he thought it was best he drove.
