Page 59 of Fallen Angels

His jaw grows tighter. “About… things.”

“Right now?” I ask as I then look up at the castle that looms in front of us, beyond the walls that keep us out.

“No, obviously not right now,” Dragan grinds out. He’s in a bad mood. Fouler than usual. “Later. After… this.”

“If there is an after,” I say and then sigh.

“You can’t think like that,” he spits back and there’s concern in his eyes. “There’s always an after.”

I don’t want his words;I think to myself.I want something else.

I force my eyes to remain on his as I try to push the Succubus back down again. She’s getting more and more difficult to control.

My skin feels too hot and a bead of sweat trickles down my spine, getting trapped in my corset. Dragan licks his lips and I want them on my body. I want to feel them kissing down my chest and teasing me until I’m breathless.

He reaches out and grips both my hips, dwarfing them with his enormous hands. Then he looks down at his hands as though they’ve betrayed him. “You have to turn whatever it is you’re doing off,” he rumbles, but there’s not as much anger in his voice as there was. He appears to be fighting this connection between us as much as I am.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Yes, you are. Without realizing it, maybe,” he grits his teeth. “We… we need to focus,” he continues and as I watch him, a bead of sweat breaks out along his forehead. I notice that his hands are still around my waist. “I can’t concentrate on our… plan when all I can think about is…”

What?I want to ask but I don’t. The answer is already obvious—he can’t stop thinking about me, my body, pushing himself into my body.

“I’m not trying to do anything,” I whisper, but I feel strangely victorious at the same time. “I just… I just need… something.” My voice softens and I can’t stop staring at his lips.

“Something?” he repeats as he takes a step closer to me and he tightens his hold around my waist.

“You,” I finish while I fight the desire to reach out and touch his face, his cheeks, his lips. I want to force my fingers into his mouth so I can feel the hot wetness inside. I can see the same fight echoing in his eyes.

He shakes his head, drops his hands from around my waist as he takes a step back and snarls, “Save it for the guards.”

My stomach drops at his callous words and the air catches in my throat.

What does he think I am? And does he really believe I’m going to have sex with the guards? How could he say such a thing?

I miss his touch as soon as it leaves me. The muscles of his back clench and stretch the fabric of his tunic. My mouth waters for a taste of his skin. Resisting Dragan would be much easier if I didn’t already know what it feels like to have him thrusting inside me.

Fingers snap in front of my face and Flumph smirks obnoxiously.

“How we gonna get in?” he asks as he buzzes around everyone’s heads and they all respond by trying to swat him.

Cambion pinches the bridge of his nose and appears to be in the middle of deep thoughts. Dragan begins pacing up and down alongside the twenty-foot stone walls, while Baron stares up the length of the section closest to us and shakes his head.

“Flumph should fly up and use his sleep bolts on the Sentries guarding the wall on this side,” he says. “If Flumph clears the Sentries, we can climb up and over the wall. We’ll have to move quickly, but it’s possible.”

“It’s a risky idea,” Cambion starts.

“But it’s the only one anyone’s presented,” Baron interrupts him.

Dragan nods. “I say we give it a try.”

“Cambion?” Baron asks.

The elf is quiet for a few seconds but then simply nods.

“Ain’t no one gonna ask me fer my opinion?” Flumph demands.

“No,” they all respond in unison.

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