Page 10 of Master of Storms
He’d have expected an iron chastity belt.
But there was something utterly tempting about the crisp white linen. No ribbons. No bows. Not a single thing to draw his attention except for the concept of what removing them would feel like.
With his teeth….
And there you fucking go again, he growled to himself.
No. Hell no.
Many, many times no?
But it felt as though his cock was paying absolutely no attention to him.
They stared at each other, and despite the mixed emotions surging through him, he couldn’t deny that he felt more awake than he’d felt in months. He’d… missed this. Missed the heated flame in Solveig’s dark eyes and the scent of a storm brewing on the horizon that always clung to her.
Even missed the battle between them, for his body could still feel the ghostly whisper of her skin against his as he pinned her to the bed. It was a battle of will to force his cock from engaging at the merestmemoryof it.
Why her?
Why was it always her?
Why—out of all the women he’d kissed—was she the one who made him feel so alive?
“Are you ready to talk?”
Solveig arched a cutting brow.
He tugged the gag out of her mouth—and nearly lost two fingers.
“Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart.” He yanked his hand out of the way of her clashing teeth. “I just want to talk.”
“Curious way to go about it…. Sneaking into my rooms and tying me up. One would think you had other plans.”
For fuck’s sake. His cock roused. “If I had other plans, I might tie you up. But I wouldn’t use a rope. Or a chair. I’d use silk and I’d have you on the bed. Consider this a precaution. Not a courting ritual. You did try to kill me.”
“I missed.”
“Oh no, your aim was perfect.” He rubbed a hand over his heart. “You’re lucky I sensed it coming.”
“How?” Her dark eyes fired to hot coals as she leaned forward. “I made no sound. I’d been watching you fordaysand you never saw me. The magic on that arrow should have made it undetectable to your senses.”
A troubling thought. “Perhaps I should be more specific. I didn’t sense the arrow. But there was something in the air. My innerdrekirousing. Trouble, it was warning me.”
Though it had not roused to battle, merely… intensity.
He’d not considered the thought until now.
Somehow hisdrekihad known she was there.
Somehow it had sensed her, even though she’d been downwind and hidden on the shale-covered mountainside.
“How did you get in here?” she demanded. “How did you get through my wards?”
“I didn’t feel a single thing.”
She nearly kicked him in the balls—an enviable achievement considering there were slats in the back of the chair.
He skidded back, catching her bare foot against his thigh. The sensation of it derailed him. He’d been trying not to focus on what she was wearing—or more particularly, what she wasn’t wearing—but the idea of Solveig tucking her bare feet up under her blanket was strangely adorable.
