Page 125 of Warrior's Reign
She swung her legs over the bed, about to stand, but he shook his head, stepping back.
“Remain here and rest.”
“I don’t—”
He silenced her with a look. Reign grit her teeth. She was going to have to retrain her instinct to obey him when he went First on her.
“Rest,” he repeated. “Your body is more exhausted than you know. There is food in the dining area. Eat as well. I will return.”
Vykhan leaned down and kissed her. With the brush of his lips came an onslaught of sensual warmth, and when she came down from the waves realized she was alone, drifting into sleep.
Reign snapped back up and scrambled off the bed, cursing. He’d done that on purpose, used the bond to almost send her into a stupor. Reign rushed towards the door and slapped her hand against the door panel. It flashed red.
She cursed. Imprisoned. Leaning her head against the door, she thought of a dozen ways to kill him.
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The door finally slid open.
Reign stalked through the corridors, having had plenty of time to eat, rest, calm down and then dress. She’d prepared to don one of Vykhan’s pirate shirts and nothing else, but found his wardrobe already stocked with her clothing. Arrogant.
She chose a sleek black jumpsuit, a deep v in the front and back, and heeled boots. Stark, business like.
And right now, business meant ready to kill.
Vykhan gave her a long look when she entered the main lounge. He sprawled on one of the couches on the raised dais, arms draped over the back, his hair falling over one shoulder. She steeled herself against the half-lidded stare, the smile hovering on his wicked lips, and stalked forward.
Halting in front of him, she placed her hands on his shoulders, contemplating where she’d gone wrong if he thought he could lock her up and suffer no consequences.
He really was a beautiful male. Calm eyes still lined in kohl, a chiseled, slightly cruel face.
“You aren’t afraid of me at all,” Reign murmured.
She slapped him, the back of her hand hitting his face in a meaty crack that seized attention, Vykhan’s head turning with the force of the blow.
Lohail appeared to stop breathing.
Reign lowered her mouth to her lover’s ear. “If you ever lock me in a room again, you had better return with a regiment at your back, because Iwillkill you.”
Blue-black eyes gleamed as he faced her again. He dabbed at the corner of his mouth, returning her contemplation with such eerie calm Reign braced herself for a fight. He drew a finger down the valley of her breasts. “I will not have you wandering the corridors while weak,yada’ami.There are too many creatures here who would see it as an invitation.”
He slipped a hand behind her neck. She disputed the wisdom of allowing his fingers near her windpipes when he murmured, “You shouldn’t challenge me in public, Reign. There are those present who would take it as a sign I have grown weak, and then I would be forced to take unfortunate steps.”
“You sound like we’ll be here long enough for that to matter.”
Vykhan leaned back, expression impassive. “Even if we are not, word tends to disseminate.”
He yanked her down onto his lap, fingers pressing into her neck as his other arm slipped around her waist and held her fast.
A sensual mouth covered hers in a hot, cruel kiss, a flash of fangs biting her lower lip and drawing blood. She mewled, pain and pleasure arrowing towards her clit. The arm on her waist slid up to savage a breast, slipping under cloth and kneading her in full view of everyone who must be watching.
Her marks flared, his desire invading her mind and amplifying her own until she was damn near writhing, almost desperate. Her nipples pebbled, the ache in her womb fierce. Her arms burned, light flaring outside of her closed lids.
She would have straddled him, taken his cock inside her body right then and there if he hadn’t pulled away, the sudden air between them shocking her back into present time.
Heat bloomed in her cheeks. She wasn’t a prude, but she wasn’t into fucking in public. Looking into his eyes, she knew the little humiliation was a punishment, and a demonstration.
If anyone thought Vykhan weak, now they knew all he had to do was kiss her, and she went to putty in his arms.
