Page 12 of The Sweetest Lies
“Cers,” he says on a warning tone he only reserves for Roman.
“Avian,” I say right back to him.
His arm drapes around me, but instead of holding me, he gives me the lightest unexpected shove, and then my back’s against the wall. And he’s caging me in with his palms on the wall on either side of my head. He closes in on me like the natural predator that he is.
Dammit.
I forget how lethal he is because he’s always so cute and fucking adorable.
Then boom: he’s on top of you.
Usually I’m not complaining about that.
“You know, when my logic doesn’t get me the answers I need, I have to resort to primal violence.” His head tilts until those silver eyes are searching my face blindly. His breath kisses mine. His chest is heavy against my breasts until my swirling mind is very much aware of every single part of him. “Is that what you want?”
...Yes?
Wait. No.
Wait, he’s threatening violence. Fuck him. I’ll give as good as I get.
He shifts, and just below his hips, something hardens against my lower stomach. The heat between us is a blazing, stifling warmth that goes further than skin-deep. I feel it deep in my core.
I feel it everywhere.
...what am I giving and getting again?
I shake my head at myself and lift my chin so that I’m looking right into those starlight mysterious eyes of his. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Avian. Threaten me again, though,” my hand drops fast and hard, and I can’t help but let my nails dig into the thick outline beneath his pants, “and I’ll cut your dick off and feed it to your friends like a puppy snack.”
His jaw twitches as a groan stifles from his clenched teeth.
I shove past his arm. He stumbles back from me. All while I walk away with the attention of every single person heavy against my skin. I feel all of their gazes individually.
But I feel his awareness most of all.
And I have to force myself not to look back.
* * *
Part of me wishes I did tell Avian what he wanted to know. And maybe if he hadn’t been a complete wolf’s ass about it, I might have.
Really, I don’t think I could stand the distraction though so it’s for the best.
Emotions and magic drum through me in tune with the music far below. I stare up at the nearly full moon with frustration and an aching want to succeed.
“Why am I so bad at the one thing that should come naturally?” I ask the goddess.
My jaw clenches as I continue to scowl up at her. Cool wind twirls my loose, blonde hair, and I try to think through the process of shifting.
Emotions play a big part in it. I can tell I’m closer to my beast when I’m angry. I’d imagine it’s the same if you’re overly excited or happy. I’ve even heard of couple shifting in the heat of the moment and doing it like dogs in the most carnal form of primal need.
A shiver shakes through me, and I don’t know why the idea of it turns me on slightly.
Animal sex: that’s my kink.
“Goddess help me,” I whisper exhaustedly.
The bizarre idea does trigger something in me. Nothing sexual... I hope.
