Page 191 of Cursed Evermore
I didn't know what I'd expected to find. But what I wasn't prepared for wasthis.
Elariya lay sprawled across my desk with her back against the window, wearing nothing but my godsdamned shirt that barely covered her thighs.
The oversized shirt hung loose on her small frame, one side slipping off her shoulder to expose the huge swells of her breasts. Her hair fell in a sexy mess over her face and shoulders, the red strands cascading over her skin like a river of fire.
Half-drunk in front of her sat one of my rarest wines, an heirloom from my great-great-grandfather, meant to be passed through the ages. But I wasn't looking at the damn wine. Nor did I care about it.
All the blood in my body rushed to my cock, extinguishing my ironclad control.
My gaze devoured her exposed shoulder, the swell of her breasts, those long bare legs. The parts hidden beneath the shirt taunted me even more. And fucking Garrick was looking at her, too.
He leaned in, brushing his shoulder against mine. “You know what, Wolfe? Come to think of it, I could take her back tomy room and watch her for the night. I really shouldn't have burdened you with this.”
I snapped my gaze to him and glared as his fucking eyes roamed over Elariya from head to toe, the look in his gaze filled with the sort of doggish hungry desire I'd seen too many times before one of his hookups.
“Get. Out,” I roared like a savage.
He was still looking at her. “But I?—”
“Get the fuck out, or I'll cut out your eyes.” My threat worked, snapping him out of his trance, but he looked at me as if I'd lost my damn mind. Maybe I finally had.
“Fine. I'm gone.” He held up his hands and retreated, backing out of the room, but not without stealing one last glance at my mage.
I closed the door and turned back to face Elariya.
I shook my head. What sort of trick was the universe playing on me now? I'd done everything to keep my distance from this girl, and look at us. Here in my room.Alone.
Dragging in a deep breath, I walked up to her and stood in front of the desk. Against the stained-glass window, the pure erotic vision of her reminded me of a siren sent to tempt me.
“Elariya,” I said her name in barely more than a breath. “Ziyka...”
It had been a while since I'd called her that. It was almost refreshing to hear the pet name fall from my lips.
She blinked, wobbling slightly before she straightened and stared at me. On seeing me, a frown marred her pretty face.
“You.Why are you here?” She slurred her words, barely able to get them out.
Gods.She really was drunk. “This is my room, Ziyka.”
She looked around and blinked again through squinty eyes, then frowned.
“Ziyka—”
“Go away from me.” She waved a hand to dismiss me, and crackles of white lightning shot out from her palm.
My wards didn’t even get a chance to kick in because the lightning fizzled in the air before it could reach me, turning into pink rose petals that floated around us like rain. It was the first time I'd seen her magic, and it was clearly off from her drunken state.
Her frown deepened and she continued searching the room. “Where is Garrick? I want him.”
Jealousy spiked my nerves, sending them into a frenzy, but I tamped it down. “Garrick is off duty now.”
“Get him back. He'swaynicer to me than you are. You are such an asshole. I can't stand you.” She looked away, grabbed the bottle of wine, and took a long swig that made her scowl. “Damn it. I don’t think this is strawberry ale.”
“No. It's not.”
“Garrick said he knew where to get delicious strawberry ale. Get him back.”
Damn Garrick.I moved closer, thinking of what more I should say. She gazed back at me, and I scanned over the shirt. I could start with that. “Why are you in my shirt, Ziyka?”
