Page 35 of Hopeless Sacrifice
There’s a hundred people in this village at least. It took me five minutes to get one house moving.
“We don’t dally when it comes to war, love.” He pushes past me, into my aunt’s home and I immediately want to push him back out.
To shove him and his coarse attitude away from my sweet, innocent aunt.
Her attention settles on his long, wild hair and wide shoulders, then trails down to his lean hips. Her heated gaze lingers on his hips for several long, uncomfortable seconds.
Okay, perhaps she’s not so sweet and innocent. But she doesn’t deserve his terrible attitude either.
With a wave of her hand, she ushers the women upstairs, hopefully to start packing.
I hope they pack more food than sexy underwear, but it may be a warning best left unsaid.
Streven strides through her home with overbearing confidence. His boots press heavily against the aged floorboards. Lady Ivory watches his every move.
“Streven.” The appraising look in her eyes has me cocking a brow at her. My arms fold tightly across my chest.
How does she know him?
Okay I know exactlyhowshe knows him, but really, how?
I told her five minutes ago that deadly creatures are threatening our lives. And now she’s mentally measuring Streven’s dick.
Typical.
“It annoys you how much alike you two are, doesn’t it?” Ryder’s voice whispers across my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
My brows crease as I turn to him, and his warm palms settle against my hips, pulling me flush against his hard body. A coldness clings to our wet clothes but our bodies fight against it, warming each other in all the right places.
“We are not alike,” I say in a harsh whisper.
A smirk pulls at his lips as he looks up at the hungry look that’s filling my aunt’s gaze.
His fingers skim beneath my shirt, tingling against my skin. His tongue rolls across his lower lip.
“You’re sure about that?”
Discreetly, I shift my hips against his, making his gaze lower to my mouth as he leans in close. Until I deliberately pull back, putting cold air between him and I.
“I’m positive.”
That sexy smile of his almost consumes me, almost has me pushing him against the wall and ignoring the outside world for just a few hours.
Instead, I walk away from him entirely.
Just. To. Prove. A. Point.
A hum that sounds slightly like a groan leaves him and I mentally fist pump my inner independent woman.
My prince isn’t nearly as good at playing games as I am.
“How do you know Streven?” I ask my aunt in a low voice as Streven leans against the stair railing like he’s been here a time or two. Or more. His gaze rakes across her curves, pausing on her lips before meeting her curious eyes.
“We’re old friends.” Her gaze holds too much warmth.
“Not that old.” His tone rumbles with sensuality that makes me want to gag.
I step into my aunt’s line of vision, cutting off the disturbing eye fucking that’s happening right in front of me. “You have more important things to worry about than getting laid. We all do,” I say the last part a little louder for the room to acknowledge.
