Page 77 of Master of Storms
He captured Solveig’s hand, hauling her back into him.
“Guards ahead,” she sent on a thought-thread.
“Guards behind.”
And it wouldn’t do for either of them to be caught down here.
Especially if their suspicions about the prince in the dungeon were correct.
There wasn’t time to go back to where the tunnel last branched and try and slip away. They were close to the surface here. Too close. Several rooms beckoned off the stairwell. They looked like they’d been chambers, once upon a time.
“If we kill the guards, they’ll know we were up to something.” Solveig bared her teeth in frustration. “Unless there’s somewhere where we can hide—”
“Why is that your first and only response?”
“Because it’s expedient and solves a vast majority of life’s little problems. You have a better plan?”
“Actually, I do.I told you. I’m a reckless, rakish charmer.Try not to stab me, and look like you’re enjoying yourself.” He reached up and tore the top three buttons of his shirt open.
Solveig frowned. “Enjoying my—?”
He captured her mouth in a punishing kiss, slamming her back against the tunnel wall. The taste of her mouth was so sweet and forbidden. And maybe this plan wasn’t just to avoid the guards. Maybe some part of him had caught a glimpse of his intentions, and raced ahead, thinking this idea was a bloody good one, no matter what. Capturing her beneath the thighs, he hauled her up in his arms, until he was able to wrap her hips around his.
Solveig curled a fist in his shirt and then her thoughts were laced with his. “What the hell are you doing?”
“We’re lost. We were looking for some place private—because I couldn’t keep my hands off you—andstumbled down here.”
“Thisis your plan?”
“Trust me.” His tongue darted against hers. Soft. Entreating. Promising all manner of pleasure if she’d just let him in. “They’re not going to think anything of this if we do it right.”
“And what does ‘do it right’ mean?”
“A little more enthusiasm, if you would.” He slid his palm up over her breast and finally won a gasp from her.
A slightly murderous gasp against his mouth, but still…. “You want enthusiasm?”
Oh, he’d known those words were dangerous.
“Convince me you can’t keep your hands off me.Kiss me.” He lashed her tongue with his. “Kiss me the way you kissed me the day of our mating ceremony. Kiss me as if you can’t get enough of me. Kiss me as if you want to rip my shirt off, and tear my trousers open, and stuff my cock inside your sweet, wet little—”
A hand slid between them, finding the steel of his erection. “Like this?” she purred, biting his lower lip.
Fuck. Marduk swallowed and drew back from her dangerous mouth. Clever little fingers tugged at his buttons, and then her hand was actually slipping inside his trousers, and he nearly died as it curled around his cock.
“I think… something….Goddess.Yes.”
“You’re so eloquent.” He could hear her laughter in his head. But her thumb was swirling around the head of his cock, and she nibbled on his lip as if she sought to destroy him. “And so big and thick and—”
“Solveig,” he growled, thrusting into her touch.
“Convince me,” she purred in his head. “Kiss me as if you’ve thought of nothing else since out mating day. Kiss me as if you’re desperate for just one more taste. One more touch. Kiss me as if I’ve owned you from the first moment we met….”
The words ignited within him.
Because maybe there was a little bit of truth in them.
Hewasdesperate. Desperate to have her under him. Desperate to taste the hint of passion he’d glimpsed once, before she locked that heated core of passion back within her glacial outer shell.
