Page 66 of Bound
I rub my thumbs along his smooth cheeks as the silence grows. “Please don’t hate me for this,” I whisper as I lean up against him. “Please.”
Pressing my forehead to his, I open myself to his magick. To his heat, his fire.
Everywhere the flames caress along my skin, they dive into me, filling the well deep in my stomach. The one that should hold my power but never has. I hold him tighter, drawing more of his energy into my body. It settles into me like a missing link on a chain, the weight familiar. Right.
My hands slip from his cheeks into his hair. The strands are soft at the nape of his neck. Hot, almost alive. His heat strokes along my throat in response, mirroring my touch. A soft moan pulls from me before I can stop it.
I nuzzle his nose. His evergreen and ash scent swirls in the air. I will never get it out of my senses. Will never be able to forget it.
To forget him.
Before I can stop myself, I lean in, feathering my lips over the unyielding curve of his. Sparks dance through my stomach.
Gods.
I draw back, shaken.
Something strong cinches over my spine as calloused fingers scrap my scalp in hot, demanding lines. I gasp. The sound is lost under the press of his mouth as Gage seems to come alive against me.
His lips are hard but soft, like velvet covered steel. He bends me in his arms, heat pouring from his mouth to mine. It dives through me, searing my insides like lava. But more than that is the feel of his brawny arms holding me. His lips on mine.
I cling to him, my legs winding around his waist as the fire grows stronger.
He growls against my mouth and I swallow the sound, hungrier than I have ever been. The wildness of the flames beats inside me. He can sate this. He can calm it.
I writhe against him, needing him closer.
And then he disappears. I collapse on the ground in a heap. The world spins as every flame in the area snuffs out like it never existed.
My eyes raise up his body. Past the muscular swell of his thighs, to his wider hips, the hard plains of his torso, and finally to his terse jaw.
Gage stares down at me in horror, his fists so tight his body thrums with tension. “What the fuck did you do?”
As the silence echoes around us and all words fail me, I know the one thing I feared has come to pass.
No matter what happened moments before, Gage is just like all the others.
He fears my magick and he will never want me like I want him.
My lip trembles before I can stop it.
“I hope like hell you are all done with whatever nonsense is going on.” The voice is deep, accented, and angry. Sitting on the ground, I turn my head to spy a blond man with livid gold eyes. And I know who it is instantly.
Markus Alport. King of Lock Lake.
“They found another body in the city,” he snarls, and all the fire in my veins turns to ice. “Move your asses. Now.”
