Page 10 of Ravish
“Aren’t we heading to your father’s bedroom?” She glanced down the hall toward the stairs leading to the landing.
He wanted to throw his hands in the air in exasperation but took a breath and smiled, hoping he looked friendly. “Shea, please enter. I promise I don’t bite. We need to talk before I have to leave. I won’t bite, not yet anyway," he muttered the last part under his breath.
“Oh, yes?” And proceeded to take another cautious step. “What about?”
What is wrong with her?
He let out a low, frustrated growl, and her eyebrows rose.
His patience was running thin as she paused again, standing almost in front of him now. “You can go in; I am right behind you.” She stared at him expectantly.
He glared and thought.This is ridiculous.
But to make her feel more at ease, he moved into the room and walked close to the wall. She came through and paused, searching for him. He used the opportunity to close the door behind them and watched as she jumped and moved further into the room, creating distance.
His patience had now ended. “Shea, what is going on with you?”
“Huh, what do you mean?” Shea gave him an innocent look that made him suspicious.
“You’re acting like I am the big bad wolf about to eat you.” An image of him eating and licking her pussy of all its cream had his cock beginning to rise and a low rumble coming from his chest.
Shea’s eyes widened, and the tip of her tongue poked out and touched the top of her bottom lip, drawing his eyes to the plumpness of her parted lips, and another image appeared of his stiff length and head pressing against the slit of her closed mouth—her opening as he slid himself into her moistness. He groaned.
“Are you well? Did you catch your father’s illness?” She moved closer to him, searching his face, and reached to touch his forehead. But he stepped out of her reach, knowing that if he felt her touch, he would take her right there and then and be damned the mating heat cycle.
“No,” he spoke sharply, and she took several steps back and then squared her shoulders.
“I think it is time I go and see your father.” Her demeanor was now cold and closed off to him.
He knew that she wasn’t going to like what he had to say next even further. “Shea, there is nothing wrong with my father. Yes, he still has a little cough, but he is doing fine.”
She took another step back. A look of dawning fury graced her delicate features.
“Why am I here, Roland?”
He almost let out another moan because this was the first time she had ever spoken his given name, and he liked hearing it.
“It is not safe for you to be by yourself right now, and Father and I thought it was best for you to come and stay within our home until it is safe. After we speak to the pack shifters andsee what it is that they want and everything is okay, you can go back to your home.”
“So, you lied to me?” Her gaze narrowed on him.
He stiffened at her accusation, not liking her tone. “No, I did not; I just let you leap to your own conclusions.” He shrugged, and she scowled.
“Well, I am a grown woman who has taken care of herself for this long without the aid or support of the village or the protection of your home.” She mimicked his shrug.
He groaned internally, feeling a spark of guilt because she was right. He and the clan had left her to fend for herself. Roland was the acting king until his father made it official next month. But he felt a slow-burning anger that she was being defiant and objecting to his order for her to stay in his home; he found it insulting, especially since he was bestowing his home and protection on her when he had others to protect as well.
“Well, be that as it may, you are now staying here under my protection. I will call on a maid to take you to your room. You can choose anyone you like. That is an order, Shea.”
He watched as she opened her mouth to argue but then snapped it shut.
“Fine, but I don’t need a maid to show me around; I know this place like the back of my hand. Remember, I used to come here to play while my mom tended to your mom or your dad or even you.”
He nodded and remembered hearing her laughter as a child when his mother played, and spoke to her while he had training and lessons in the study with the teacher. Making him nostalgic for a moment, wishing his mom was still alive and here.
“Let me go home and get my things; I will be back shortly.” Her eyes shifted away from him when she said that.
Suspicion rose, and once again he had a sense that something was wrong.
