Page 92 of A Hunt So Wicked
“What are you doing?” I asked him suspiciously.
He stepped into the room while the door swung shut behind him.
“What? A man can’t seek a quiet moment with his future queen?”
I took a step back and frowned when I realized I was against a wall. “Why did you do it, Torin?”
He advanced on me. “Do what?”
“Pick me?”
Smiling, he trailed his fingers over a white table that held crowns and tiaras. “Because I wanted to. In my world, when you want something, you take it. You don’t give someone else the opportunity.”
He stood in front of me, his smoky scent with a hint of salty sea waves overwhelmed me until he was all I could see and feel. I sucked in a sharp breath as he traced the lace that framed my breasts.
“Torin,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
He raised his finger and pressed it against my lips. “Shh, my little flame.”
I yelped as he bent down and hoisted me up, standing between my legs while pinning me to the wall as though I weighed no more than a pillow.
“I know you felt it between us at the ball, Evie. You can lie to yourself all you want, but on some level, deep down, you do want me.”
“I want to go home. That’s what I want.”
“You have a new home now. Mine.” He shifted us, and I gasped at the pressure I now felt between us. Torin groaned. “You drive me crazy…” His hand slid up my thigh. “I’m not a bad man, Evie. I’m fine with you taking trips to your village.”
Shocked, I pushed him back. “You are?”
He laughed. “Of course. I would never deny my wife.”
“Thank you,” I breathed. I wasn’t expecting that.
“As long as she doesn’t deny me.” I went rigid in his arms. “You wouldn’t deny me, would you?”
He raised his eyebrow and slanted his head. It reminded me so much of the way he’d moved in his dragon form. He wanted me. He wanted to prove a point, whether to himself, his father, Alasdair, or me… he was determined. And I was determined to get revenge on all these evil people and get back to my father.
I closed my eyes and slowly inhaled. “No.”
“I didn’t think so.” He smiled and leaned in, his lips a breath from mine. “Let’s seal our deal with a kiss.”
My mouth opened to say something. Anything. Instead, he pounced. His lips pressed against mine, surprisingly gentle. I gasped when his warm tongue brushed mine, teasing, provoking. I’d never been kissed like this before. I found that I didn’t hate it—I hated that it was with him.
Despite being inexperienced, instinct seemed to kick in, and I swept my tongue against his, earning a deep, rumbling growl. He pulled back, and his eyes flashed orange, the beast inside wide awake.
“Evie,” he moaned, sinking his hand into my hair and pulling my head to the side, stretching my neck in invitation. I nearly shot up the wall at the sensation of his skilled tongue and mouth against my hot skin. “I’ll worship you. I swear it.”
I had so many mixed emotions that were being trampled by lust. What was this? Some form of magic? When his teeth nipped at my collarbone, I whimpered, and my eyes shot open.
“Yes, my little flame. Those noises are for me and me alone. I will have them all.”
My eyes were locked on a massive painting of the Sova family. The King and Queen sitting in the center. They looked happy. Was that possible? Had he hunted her, too? Did she have a choice? I looked at the people who surrounded them. Even they looked happy.
A sleeve slid down my shoulder, quickly replaced with more kisses. I blinked as my brain tried to catch up with my eyes. My arms wrapped around Torin’s shoulders, and I pulled him closer just so that I could get a better look at the face that was staring back at me.
“You feel perfect,” he said, his hands now beneath my skirt, palming my ass.
“Who is that?” I rasped.
