Page 49 of Realm of Wind and Vines
There is a tugging sensation in my chest, and suddenly, I can feel a mix of hatred, yearning, and panic through what used to be our mate bond.
Throwing my head back, I grin up at the pale stone ceiling while I continue bringing myself towards an orgasm.
The door is yanked open.
Storm clouds and lightning crackle around Draven’s powerful body as he stalks into my room and throws the door shut behind him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he snarls at me.
Slowly tilting my head back down, I meet his gaze head on while I nonchalantly continue pleasuring myself. “What does it look like?”
Just as I calculated, that exact phrasing of the question makes his gaze dart down to the hand between my spread legs. Burning hunger flares up in his eyes. Clenching his jaw, he flexes his hand and drags his gaze back up to my face.
“Stop doing that,” he growls at me.
Holding his gaze with a smug stare, I just continue pleasuring myself. “Why?”
“Because I can feel your… lust. And pleasure.”
“Huh. Interesting.” I run my tongue along my teeth. “It must be because I’m imagining that it’s your hand doing it.”
Desperate longing flashes across his face like a bolt of lightning. The actual lightning around him crackles in the noweven more violently churning storm clouds that ripple out from his broad shoulders. Threats glint in his eyes as he suddenly starts moving forward, stalking towards me where I’m still lying on the pale sheets of the bed.
With one elbow braced on the mattress underneath me and my other hand still rubbing my clit, I just watch him advance on me while I raise my eyebrows in arrogant challenge.
The bed creaks as Draven places a hand on it, right next to me, and then leans down over me. There is a dangerous expression on his face, which just makes my clit throb harder.
“I said,” Draven grinds out, his voice dark. “Stop doing that.”
“Or what, Shadow of Death?” I taunt, my fingers still moving.
“Trust me, little rebel, you don’t want to play this game with me.”
My heart stutters at that nickname. He has barely called me that since I put the hatred in his chest. And hearing it now makes that boldness inside me swell.
Cocking my head, I flash him a smirk full of challenge. “You’re the one who came into my bedroom. The way I see it, you have two choices. You can either leave.” I flick a pointed glance down between my legs. “Or you can help.”
He drags in a highly controlled breath and flexes his hand again. Hatred and anger and desperate passion fight for supremacy in his eyes.
I rub my clit harder.
Pleasure spikes up my spine, and I throw my head back and gasp.
My heart jerks as a pair of strong hands suddenly grab my ankles and yank me farther down the bed. Snapping my head back up, I now find myself closer to the edge where Draven is towering over me. His hand shoots up and wraps around my wrist, yanking my hand away from my clit before releasing me, and then he grabs the top of my already unbuttoned pants withboth hands and shoves them down my thighs along with my underwear.
“Oh.” I flash him a satisfied smirk. “You’ve decided to help, I see.”
“You infuriating little…” he growls under his breath while continuing to strip me naked.
Fabric flutters through the air as he yanks off my pants and underwear and tosses them down on the floor. Grabbing me by the hips, he pulls me all the way to the edge with one firm yank. My spread legs are now draped down over the edge of the bed on either side of Draven’s legs where he’s standing before me.
Leaning down over me again, he grabs the collar of my shirt.
And then rips it open.
I gasp, and fire crackles through my veins while my clit throbs.
After throwing the scraps of my shirt aside, he pauses for a second and just stares down at my now utterly naked body. He is still dressed in full dragon scale armor. And the complete difference in vulnerability between us somehow makes that fire in my veins even hotter. I squirm against the sheets as my clit throbs with the need for him.
