Page 31 of The Storm of the Empire

Luka smirked.

“What now?” I snapped.

“It’s just that you seem a little mad,” he laughed, and it had my annoyance rising.

“I am mad. I’m livid, in fact. But I’m not incapable of making my own choices.” I looked for some kind of ties or fastenings down the front of his robes, but in the dim light, it was hard to figure out. “So if you’re out of objections…”I want your cock.But I didn’t say that aloud, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing I’d thought about it since our last tryst.

“Well, pardon me for being wary of letting you at my body when you look like you want to rip me in half.”

“While ripping you in half would sate part of my frustration, it won’t satisfy, so I’ll stick to—” I tugged at the robes again. “What is wrong with these damned robes?”

Luka eased my hands off the fabric and somehow managed to open them with ease. He slipped them off slowly as if trying not to startle a wild animal. I suddenly realized he thought I was the wild animal here. I didn’t know whether to laugh or snarl, but it kind of turned me on.

“Better,” I huffed.

“Now will you listen for a moment before we do something you’ll regret?”

I choked. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“You’re standing there in nothing but your boots and undergarments and you want to talk?” I gestured at the evidence of his willingness to act not talk. “Your body has other ideas.”

“I’m using my head for a moment.”

I raised my brows. “Then why take the robes off?”

“I was afraid you’d get all dragony if I didn’t intervene.” He smirked, sliding his hand down to cup his bulge. “You’re hot when you’re mad.”

I felt my eyes roll before I could control them. “Do you have a point?”

“My point is, there’s a lot going on right now, and I want to make sure you are thinking clearly before we do something regrettable.”

Why was he so insistent on making sure I understood what we were doing?

Thunder roared outside, shaking the temple to its core, vibrating even the massive stone foundation around us, and he flinched. It was almost endearing which just annoyed me more.

“What’s to regret? It’s just a tryst, nothing more,” I snapped, well past my limit.

He met my eyes as if he had to hold out for one second more before he spoke. “Fair enough.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Perhaps it’s you who might regret it?”

“I can assure you, I will suffer no such remorse.” He took a step closer to me.

“Then why so many words?”

“I thought maybe you had misgivings about our last ‘tryst,’ so I’m making sure it won’t make things awkward.”

“You’re the only one making things awkward.” I folded my arms. “Why would you think I had misgivings?”

“You’ve hardly looked my way since then other than to swing a sword.”

Oh, wow. Was he upset because I wasn’t fawning all over him?

“I thought me swinging my sword at you was what you wanted? I was under the impression that, having made it into my class, your objective was accomplished,” I said harshly.

“I would never say no to more.” He took another step in to me, so that I was surrounded by his scent. It was of the rolling waves and darkness with a hint of something dangerous lurking in the aftermath. It only made me want him more. He was everything I was not supposed to want. He probably had no idea that, with a dragon’s sense of smell, he was killing me with his closeness, but I wasn’t about to give him that small satisfaction.

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