Page 10 of Star Claimed Omega
One hand rested on the tiles, the other loose at his side.
Before she had a chance to retreat, he turned his head and locked eyes with her.
Sunken suns!It was him.
The man she’d encountered in the void of the Wildlight Expanse.
She never forgot him; heck, she even dreamed of him.
Especially of his freakin’ beautiful eyes; sapphire and violet, flecked with gold, and glowing with an inner aura of an intoxicating power.
She jolted, rocked to the core as his gaze pinned her.
Heat coiled in her belly, in a surge of wild and reckless desire.
She stood frozen, blinking, shocked.
His eyes shifted, and she sensed a taut alertness about him, a sudden rush of arcing voltage in the air.
The same energy that had encircled his spectral form before he sent her flying across the heavens.
Then he smiled, a slow, slanted, dangerous smirk that struck her like a physical blow.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Soleil spun around with a strangled gasp, slamming her back to the door frame.
‘Sorry!’ she blurted. ‘I thought it was empty.’
She tried to move, but a power, an energy far more potent than her own, took hold of her limbs.
She remained fixed, eyes averted, as heat, not from the steam but radiating off him, cascaded over her.
It was as if she were being assessed, seen, and dissected, down to her very essence.
A chuckle, rich and velvet-toned, sounded. ‘Not a crime,cariño.’
Her eyes were the only part of her she had the command to compel, and she risked a glance back.
He stood at ease, water streaming down his inked, naked torso and thighs, his aura laid back and composed.
Dog tags gleamed against his collarbone.
Glyphs shifted across his skin, over his lower body, and the mesmerizing shadow between his legs.
What was she doing?
She tore her gaze away once more, her face burning.
She caught sight of his hand reaching for a towel on a nearby rack, and with a quirk to his lips, he wrapped it around himself, covering his midriff.
‘De nada. I thought I locked it,’ he rasped, stepping from the stall with a relaxed yet wolfish ease.
Water dripped down his chest, his abs, and his quadriceps.
Her face flushed deeper.
‘It’s fine,’ she muttered. ‘I’ll go. Really.’
