Page 84 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
“Because I wanted you.”
“That simple, huh?”
“Yes,” he said with a nod. “It is for me.”
“You’re going to have to explain that one to me.”
Thane pulled away and let go of my hands. “When you called to me, I could have just let you die. I didn’t have to grant you the Death Rights that you wanted to invoke.” He stroked the side of my face. “But then I saw you, and I knew you were meant to be mine. Have you ever just looked at something and instantly wanted it? Like an all consuming need to own it?”
I shook my head. “Can’t say that I have.”
“That’s how I feel about you. I want to burrow inside your skin, just to be as close to you as possible. Does that scare you?”
I smiled up at him, not in the least put off by his words. “I trade in nightmares for a living. It’s going to take more than that to scare me.”
“Good, because you’re mine.”
His words should have scared me, should have had me running for the hills, but I didn’t. I just felt sort of overwhelmed. Thane had said I was his with so much ease, with so little fight, like it was just the way it was. It was possessive and hot, and I knew he wasn’t going to let me go. Ever. The only thing that worried me was if he ever tried to leave me. I don’t know how I’d feel about that. I knew he was mine, just as much as I was his. Which was silly. We barely knew each other, but here I was, watching him stare at me with so much intensity that my toes were curling in my fucking boots and I wanted him. I wanted Thane to own me. I wanted his passion, his violence, his hands on my skin. But deep down, I wanted him because I knew he’d decimate the fucking world for me and not feel a shred of remorse.
“Come on,” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. “We need to leave now or we’re never going to leave.”
“I’m okay with that,” Thane said grinning. “I quite like the idea of chaining you to the radiator, so you’ll never leave.”
I smiled over my shoulder at him. “There aren’t any radiators in here.”
“That won’t stop me.” He tapped a finger against his chin. “Perhaps I’ll just chain you to my bed instead.”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
Thane scoffed. “I won’t ever let you go.”
I stepped closer, lifted my hand, and cupped his face. “I’m not trying to leave.”
“Good,” he said brushing a kiss across my lips. “Because I won’t ever let you leave. You’re trapped with me. Forever.”
And I liked the sound of that. Being trapped. Having no escape. There was something primal about it. Something insane and it had my blood heading south.
“Whatever thought has your eyes darkening, hold it. We need to get to the vault and if we start exploring this thing between us now, we won’t leave a bed for days.” When we finally gave in fully, I wanted to have the time to learn everything that makes him groan, and sigh, and shout ‘more’. We didn’t have that time right now, but I knew the anticipation would only make the moment we finally gave in so much more pleasurable.
Thane gave me one last lingering look that had my skin heating, then brushed past me without another word and giving me an eyeful of his fine ass.
“Come on, Atticus. Stop staring at my ass,” he shouted without even looking over his shoulder. I grinned and ran after him, feeling lighter about everything than I had in days. Things were finally feeling right.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Roux
TheVaultwasloud.It was a human club so didn’t take into account supernaturals that might be visiting. I didn’t have super hearing, but Magnus and the twins were wincing as we strode through the club. It was places like this that pissed me off. It was run by a God but wasn’t a place for all supes. It just fuelled the tension between humans and anyone else who was ‘other’ and, if I were being honest, I think Prometheus was doing it to stir up shit because he was bored. I think I’d be bored if I’d been trapped in the same place for millennia.
Bright strobes flashed, their neon colours burning the backs of my eyeballs. I wanted to get to the back of the club where the offices were but making my way through the swathes of sweaty bodies, swaying and grinding against each other, was hard going. But we finally made it.
Only to be stopped by a troll.
The guy was huge and the first supernatural I’d sensed other than us. His shoulders were wider than the door frame, the black tee struggling to wrap around his wide barrel of a chest. His face was ruddy, his nose wide and his beady little eyes were watching us with suspicion.
“Hi,” I said with a cheery tone and little wave.
“What do you lot want?” the troll asked, his voice as gravelly as stone.
