Page 36 of Vicar
Chapter Sixteen
VICAR CLOSED THE doorbehind them as a memory unraveled that he’d rather others didn’t see. It was too personal. Tootheirs. This time he and Trinity were about eighteen. He was clearly trying to romance her because the chamber was decorated much like his lodge had been when he proposed.
“I grow tired of being stuck here,” young Trinity grumbled, just as lovely then as she was now. She paced and eyed the door as though contemplating ways around it. “I want to meet your family. Join the festivities I hear year after year downstairs.” Disgust flared in her eyes. “Let all those female dragons simpering around you know that you’re mine.”
“I’m not myself.” Trinity's brows swept up. “And I’m not here as a ghost this time. Why is that?”
He shook his head, unsure. “I sense we’re taking a chance. That...”
When he trailed off, she realized, and her eyes rounded. “I did this on purpose. We did it so we could finally...”
This time she trailed off as the memory reeled them in.
“This isn’t about any other female.” Young Vicar pulled Trinity close when she tried to pace by him again. “Like it’s always been, this is about you and only you.” He tilted her chin until her eyes met his. “It’s about finally being together as we should at least once.”
“Thor’s teeth,” he managed. “It’s true. We intend to lose our innocence to each other.” He had a better appreciation now for what Thorulf had suffered when he’d learned the same had happened to him and Jade. “Yet you’re not the woman,” he cleared his throat, determined to be truthful, “womenI was with my first time.”
“And you’re definitely not theguy.” Trinity frowned. “Singular, not plural.”
He understood her angst because he felt it too. What had happened to make them forget what they shared? Such an important moment? He sensed they had put it off because her Múspellsheimr side had grown so unstable, but clearly, they were only willing to wait so long. Then again, it sounded like they were running out of time. Something young Trinity seemed to touch on, considering what she said next.
“Lie together at least once,” she mocked, pulling away before Vicar could kiss her. “What’s the point in that?” Exasperated, she flung her hands up in the air and strode for the door. “It’ll be nothing but a tease. Nothing but a—”
That’s all she got out before he grabbed her wrist, yanked her against him, and dug his hand into her hair. His eyes flared with his inner beast, and an all-too-familiar side surfaced. “I’m not letting you get hurt again when you try walking out that door.”
“It’s...your other half.” Trinity’s eyes widened. Her cheeks flushed. “The first we’ve seen of him in these memories.”
She was as aroused as her younger self, and his dragon took notice. Remembered along with his human side how he’d felt back then. How much his frustration was rising.
“Ahh,” young Trinity purred. “I wondered if your other half was gonna come out and play. I see him so rarely.”
“With good reason,” Vicar ground out, struggling before his Sigdir overcame his Múspellsheimr, and he loosened his grip on her. “This is not how I wanted things to go our first time together.” He shook his head. “Not how I wanted it to be for you.”
“Right.” Trinity rolled her eyes. “You wanted romance.” She shoved him away, not interested in his Sigdir side. “Well, not me.” She licked her lips, teasing him before she sauntered for the door. “I want action, excitement, a genuine thrill. If you're not up for it, then I might as well try getting further into the castle. If nothing else, it'll give me a much-needed jolt.”
“Stop,” he growled, once again struggling with his other half. Trying to keep it down.
