Page 59 of Vicar
“I shifted back,” he ground out hoarsely, pinning one of her hands by her head, “but I’m capable of no more.”
Wind gusted heavily, and rain began pouring.
“You have to be, though,” she pleaded, both unable and unwilling to shove him away. Her body wanted him too much. Her very soul. She kept her free palm against his cheek and gazed into his eyes. Tried to help him see past all the rampant lust the Alfheim leaves had caused. “You have to fight it so we can continue our journey. So we can find our truth.”
“And find it fast, sis,”Jade urged. She and Thorulf were fighting so hard her inner voice sounded taxed.“Because I’m pretty sure you’ve got incoming.”
“Incoming?”she managed.
Violence was close but not that close.
“Yeah,”Jade confirmed.“You’ve got Mórrígan possessed warriors heading your way, so Vicar needs to seriously snap out of it!”
“Eventually,”he murmured, grinding against her, making it hard to think.“After we’ve—”
“No,” she said firmly, needing him to pull himself together if for no other reason than she wouldn’t see him cut down in such a vulnerable position. He didn’t deserve that. He was too great a warrior. So she yanked her hand free of his, cupped his cheeks, and reminded him of that. “Vicar, we’ve got incoming warriors. A lot of them.” She pleaded with her eyes, her very heart. “Do you understand? You need to fight to save us. Our future. What I know we can share together again.”
“Share?” His eyes narrowed. She sensed he was going to say something condescending but instead paused, seemingly torn between his two halves. “I don’t share.” His gaze roamed her face with a mix of distrust and tender appreciation. “At least I didn’t think I did...” His pupils flared, and his brows shot together, his internal struggle obvious. “What happened to me? Is happening even now...” He shook his head. “I should be inside you already. Cutting them down as I take you.”
She got the distinct impression he wasn’t kidding. That he could, in fact, battle while having sex. That he might have even done it a time or two.
“You’re not taking any chances,” she said firmly, still cupping his cheeks, still holding his gaze, willing away the influence of the Alfheim leaves. “You’re pushing past this and helping me get to the Alfheim cave.” Her voice grew hoarse. Her need every bit as great as his. “You’re helping me so we can have each other again. So I can feel what I did in your chamber at the Keep. Not just from your Sigdir half butthishalf.You. The one who saved me from Múspellsheimr in the first place. The one who cares for me just as deeply.”
It was a long shot trying to appeal to the softer side of this Vicar, but she had no choice. She needed him to see reason and see it soon. If it took reminding him of what she sensed in the Múspellsheimr chamber when he pursued the dragon who stole her, so be it.
“You think I care for you?” he ground out. His dragon eyes flared in defiance.
“I know you do.” Her dragon eyes flared right back. “And you’re about to prove it.” A strange feeling overcame her. “Better yet, I’m about to prove it.” Warmth spread from her core, down her arms to her hands. “I’m going to show you just how much I care for you in return.” She searched his eyes. “Bothsides of you.Allversions of you.”
She did too.
In a way neither could deny.
