Page 82 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
He chuckled and adjusted his feet. “Rafe and Rayne didn’t really give me a choice. Now, don’t get me wrong, they didn’t force me, it was more like they didn’t let me overthink anything. They just let me feel.”
“How do I know if they’re my feelings or his?”
“That is a tricky one. I guess until you talk to Thane and ask him what he feels, you won’t know.”
My shoulders slumped. I knew he wouldn’t have all the answers, but that didn’t make it hurt any less when he couldn’t give me what I was looking for.
“You’re right,” I said with a sigh.
“Wow, can I record that so I can play it for Roux?” he laughed.
“Absolutely not,” I replied with a smile.
He stared at me for a moment, and I could almost hear the cogs turning in his mind. “Can I try something?”
“What?”
His smile widened and something fluttered to life in my stomach. “Just trust me.”
“Okay,” I said, dragging out the syllables.
“Close your eyes,” he said softly, and I did as he asked. There was a soft brush of fingers along the sides of my face.
“Wait. What are you—”
Lips pressed against mine, warm and soft but demanding. It felt different but… not unpleasant. It actually felt nice, and I found myself relaxing into his hold. His tongue traced the seam of my lips before pushing inside my mouth. He licked the roof of my mouth, and I had a sudden urge to look at the man that was holding my tongue hostage.
He seemed so enthralled, so lost in the way he was kissing me that it turned me on. I suddenly wanted to press myself closer, rock my hardening dick against his and, shit it was so intense I had to pull away.
I jerked backwards, licking my lips, still tasting Magnus on my tongue.
“Wow,” he said, smacking his lips together. “That was…”
“Exquisite,” I filled in for him when his words failed. “I think I have my answer.”
The corner of his mouth curled into a warm smile. “Glad I could help.”
“You did,” I replied. “Now if you’ll excuse me. There’s somewhere I need to be.”
“Good luck!” he shouted after me as I left the room, but I barely heard it. I was intent on find Thane and dealing with this unsaid whatever it was between us.
“Thane! Where are you?” I shouted as I strode determinedly down the corridor. “Tha—”
“I’m here,” came the quiet response from the open doorway to my left.
“Oh.” I stopped in my tracks and faced the man causing me such torment. Sunlight cascaded through the windows behind him, creating a celestial halo. At that moment he didn’t look like he belonged to the Underworld. He looked fucking divine.
I swallowed, my tongue feeling like sandpaper in my mouth. “Hi.”
Gods, could I be anymore fucking lame.
He stepped to the side and invited me into the office. Large windows separated by floor to ceiling bookcases loomed along the back wall letting in the most gorgeous light from outside. Colourful leather-bound books lined the shelves and tall damask curtains framed the gorgeous windows. I felt like I’d stepped into a fairytale.
“I know why you’re here,” Thane said darkly.
“Good. We need to have a conversation where you don’t walk out on me when things get uncomfortable for you.”
His lips pursed and his brow dropped. “I agree. I’m sorry I left. I never meant to hurt you, but I know that’s what I did.”
