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“Game over,” he whispered, his voice like a gentle breeze across my skin. He cupped my face and lingered by my lips, his hot breath a reminder of the fire from his kiss.
When he smiled, revealing long, sharp fangs, I knew in my gut that my previous assumptions had been right. They lengthened when he was aroused.
The sudden realization made heat surge low in my belly, deep and aching. Gods, he wanted me, too. And his body couldn't hide it any more than mine could.
“I've decided I want to get carried away, too,” he murmured, tracing my jaw.
“What are you going to do?” I could barely speak.
“Taste you, mage.”
My core tightened, and I was instantly wet. So wet I feared the moisture pooling between my thighs would leak through my dress and onto him.
“Taste... me? Where?” The words came out on a shaky breath, but my question seemed to please him more than it should.
“Everywhere, Ziyka.” He moved to my ear and lightly licked the shell. “I want to taste you everywhere. Not in here, though. I won't share any part of you with anyone.”
I might have asked him where he wanted to take me if I hadn't lost the ability to speak. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long to see what he had in mind. A wave of his hand covered us in shadows, then we weren't in the tavern anymore.
Chapter 43
Elariya
“The First Undoing”
We portaled into Wolfe’s bedroom. Actuallyportaled. And I felt the difference between portaling and phasing straight away.
We didn't move slowly through the Void like earlier. There was no greyness, no nothingness, no room for uncertainty.
One moment, we were sitting in the tavern—me on his lap, desperate for him to make good on his demands to taste me everywhere, and him with his arms around me, staring at me like a hungry beast. Then we were here. Standing in the middle of his room.
Wolfe's shadows sliced through reality, opening the gate from one place to another so fast I didn't even have the chance to blink. It was nothing like my chaotic portaling accident after my encounter with the wraith. It was smooth, skillful, perfection.
He barely gave me the moment to process where we were before his mouth crushed to mine once more, devouring me.
Our bodies crashed into the closest wall, and he trapped me against it with his massive body.
The cold stone bit into my back through the thin fabric of my dress, but the chill was nothing compared to the fire he ignited beneath my skin. His hands found my wrists, pinning them above my head with one rough grip while the other traced the column of my throat. Possessive. Claiming.
I could taste the dangerous desire on his lips, metallic and intoxicating. The barely leashed violence thrummed through his body as he pressed against me. My breath hitched as his mouth moved to my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there with just enough pressure to make me gasp. Then I felt him everywhere at once. His scent filling my lungs. His heat seeping through my clothes. His weight anchoring me to this moment where nothing existed but the wild, reckless need crackling between us.
“Mine,” he growled against my ear. “You are all mine, Ziyka.”
His words vibrated through me like a promise and a threat. His free hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back to expose more of my throat to his hungry mouth.
Some distant part of me knew there was no way this was a good idea. We were still the captor and the prisoner. I should at the very least think first before making any more mistakes with Wolfe Nightblade.
But screw it. Time was always against me. I didn't have the luxury of thinking and taking time to consider the way a normal person would. Doing so could rob me of this moment. What if I never had this chance again?
I wished to have him not even an hour ago. Maybe this was the moon’s way of granting that wish. So no, I would never turn my back on this moment for anything.
I arched into him, my body betraying every rational thought, aching for the possession he hadn't yet claimed. I wanted it all.
Whatever he gave me. Whatever he wanted—a taste or my innocence—he'd have me.
“You unravel me, mage,” he husked through our ravenous kisses. “You taste like something I'll always crave.”
“Oh Gods.” I tried to move back so I could look at his face, but he pulled me closer, kissing me harder.
