Page 38 of Taming
My heart is slamming and pounding against my chest, demanding fight or flight. And my magic, it’s burning through my veins, preparing to use what I’ve hidden carefully away for too long.
Rime’s gaze shifts quickly across my wide eyes. I don’t know what he sees there, but it seems to turn his always aggressive features into something similar to concern. It’s a softer look that makes him look younger. Sweeter.
It’s like he’s familiar with the fear in my features. There’s this sympathy in him right now that makes me question everything I think I know about him.
He holds me firmly in place before whispering low.
“What’s wrong?”
I don’t look away, but I can feel Kreedence’s dark energy closing in. It’s this suffocating thing that snuffs out the warm summer breeze and turns it into a humidity straight from the bowels of hell.
Discreetly, I lower myself, hunching down until Rime’s wide shoulders hide me completely.
“That man, he isn’t who you think he is.”
“And how the hell would you know, My Little Tamer?” His head tilts just slightly, but he oddly keeps his stance, hiding me entirely.
I don’t know why he isn’t tossing me at the feet of the demon. It’s confusing, but I find myself suddenly liking Rime for the first time since the three men were revealed to me.
I have to have an excuse though. If I confess I’m a mage who very much does owe that demon something, then he’ll shove me into the danger I’ve avoided for five years.
I need a lie.
“He’s a demon, Rime. I’ve seen him in my dreams.” That’s not really a lie. My nightmares are more like it. His eyes flash with interest. “If he finds me, he’ll kill me. I just know it.” Also not a lie. Look at me being the epitome of honesty right now.
Twigs snap and I know he’s closer. Probably only a few yards separate me from the hell I once knew so well.
“Please?” The shaking way that words slips from my lips has his strong hands caressing me instead of gripping me. My whispered plea makes his eyes flare with a bright color. It’s like watching the ice thaw on the coldest day of winter. The pale color turns to a deep blue and my lips part from the sight of it.
In an instant, his big palm leaves my arm and grips firmly beneath my thigh. He brings it up high until I’m locked around his lean hip, my core aligned in a sensual way with his hips.
“I’m just going to assume you’re spectacular at giving a fake orgasm. You look like the type.”
His words make my brows pull together with confusion, but he doesn’t give me time to feel insulted. Hard and grinding thrusts have his hips pushing just perfectly against my clit.
My breath catches and I still don’t know what he’s doing.
“Rime, what the fuck are you doing?” Kain’s outrage makes me tense even as energy coils tightly within my core. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Kreedence.” Kain’s apology is quieter but it doesn’t mask his annoyance.
I can’t tell how close they are to us, but Rime dips his head lower to mine. His temple rests against mine, his breath fanning against my lips as his hard cock rocks against my clit once more.
“That’s your cue, My Little Faker.”
I pause for less than half of a second before a loud and shaking moan is forced out of me. I give a breathy little sigh at the end that makes him smirk.
My head tips back against the rough bark at the sight of his smile, his hips still rocking firmly against mine. He’s really sexy when he smiles. His sharp features are normally so cruel and calculating. But when he smiles, pure sinful sexuality.
“That was the worst fake orgasm I’ve ever heard.” The teasing sound of his voice almost deters the building tension within my sex.
My palms push against his chest before my fingers sink into his corded biceps. Just slightly, I shift my hips, meeting his thrusts enough to make my lashes flutter. His jaw tightens as a low groan shakes from his lips.
“Maybe you should be worried about why you have such extensive knowledge of what a fake orgasm sounds like.”
Once more, he gives a smile like alluring danger and desire.
In this moment … I don’t completely hate him.
His head tilts until his lips skim against the curve of my neck. Hot flicks of his tongue have my breath shaking, and I have to force myself to keep my eyes open. I don’t know why he’s going the extra mile in this performance, why he’s kissing the sensitive spot at the base of my neck but he’s helping me, and I can’t bring myself to question it. I lean up until I can see over his shoulder.
