Page 42 of Guardians of the Assassins
He pushed her away and scanned her body, his cock going from half-mast to rock hard so fast that he lost his breath. Then he shot her a smirk and wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. “As much as it pains me to say this—let’s get you dressed.”
Morgan fought the blush that warmed her cheeks, but it was a losing battle. Draven’s smile only grew, the bastard loving he could affect her in such a way, knowing that it had nothing to do with his siren abilities and everything to do with the man.
Before she could scold him, a knock pounded on the door, and the atmosphere in the room dropped to arctic temperatures. The guys went into warrior mode, Draven pulling her away, two blades in his hands, while Ryder moved toward the door, his form bulking up until the seams of his shirt strained.
“Guys—an intruder wouldn’t knock.” She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Despite being the deadliest person in the room, more than capable of taking care of herself, Morgan held her spot.
The guys needed to feel like they were doing something to protect her.
So she sat back and let them, grabbing Kincade’s discarded button-up shirt and slipping it over her shoulders. She barely had two buttons done when Ryder ripped open the door with a snarl.
Only to pause when he found Atlas waiting on the other side.
Morgan stepped around Draven and smiled brightly at him.
Then lost her ability to think when she saw him decked out in all his fae glory.
Because damn, he is just stunning.
His silver hair was pulled back with a series of braids at his temple, revealing his slightly pointed ears, and she barely resisted the urge to reach out and caress them. A shimmering silver metal decorated the tips of his ears, weaving around edges, accentuating the shape, the metal resembling a vine with delicate little leaves and flowers.
The rest of the silken strands of his hair fell over his shoulder. Since the sun had set, he was in full dark elf mode, his skin once again taking on a pale lavender tint. The emerald green color of his eyes almost overtook the dark burnt umber that lingered around the edges, and her breath caught at the intensity.
Because holy shit!
With just one look, he had the power to addle her brains.
They said dark elves were controlled by their emotions. That they were possessive and destructive assholes. That their volatile moods were a weakness.
All she saw when she looked at him was an all-consuming love.
He would do anything for her, and her insides melted.
She’d grown up wishing for that type of love, searched for it, but never expected to find it.
Until she met her mates.
Now, she didn’t think she could live without it.
It was addicting.
Consuming.
And she needed it more than she needed air.
He wore a dark green outfit that was a combination of warrior and fancy lord of the manor. Straps and buckles molded the clothing to his lithe form, the material shimmering under the light. The undershirt he wore was a lighter shade of green that made the colors of his eyes even more brilliant.
She was both afraid to touch him and desperately wanted to mess him up to put her claim on him.
“You look magnificent,” she whispered in awe, not remembering moving toward him until she was inches away.
A tiny smirk lifted the corner of his mouth as his eyes scanned her. “Not nearly as enchanting as you.”
His husky tone sent goose bumps racing over her skin and that damned blush was back.
“But I don’t think it is appropriate for the meeting.” When he smiled, small fangs flashed threateningly. “I would hate to have to kill anyone who saw you in it.”
He was dead serious.
