Page 64 of Shadow Bonds

His tongue slowly traces the edge of his lip. “You can play withanythingyou want.”

My gaze drifts lower finding a very large and hard… package. “Is that one of your weapons?”

His expression is all heat and barely restrained tension. “It all depends…”

I raise a brow as my eyes drawn to his lips “On?”

He smirks. “On whether or not you want you play with it.”

Laughter ripples out of me as I shove him back a step. “Show me how to do it.”

A soft chuckle escapes his throat. “Focus on the bond between us, on the energy, and hold onto it. Then call my weapons to you.”

I feel for Cyrus’ bond, and the black endless energy wraps around me, instantly making me feel safe. With the thought of needing a weapon, I raise my hand and gasp when cold, hardmetal flies into it. Just like that day in the forest with the terrigons.

“Good,” Cyrus says with pride in his eyes as he steps back. A moment later, an exact replica of the blade appears in his hand. “Now show me what you can do.”

I lunge forward hoping to catch him off guard, but he moves quick and spins, avoiding a blade to the stomach.

He gives me a playful wink, as if amused by my attempt to gut him.

I round him and search for a weakness I can exploit, but he strikes and slashes the blade across the top of my thigh but only deep enough to cut my trousers.

I narrow my eyes on his low chuckle and dodge his kick to roll to the side. I get up quickly before he strikes again, harder this time as he tries to see how far he can push me.

We go back and forth, avoiding each other’s hits while trying to find a weakness in the other.

I manage to slide the blade along his side, leg, and thigh while he slices three more cuts in my clothes. The third one just under my breasts.

I glance down, realizing it, and that slight detraction is all it takes for me to end up on my back, glancing up at him as he smiles down at me with nothing but amusement and heat in his eyes.

“Let’s be honest, you just wanted me in this position,” I say on a long exhale while trying to catch my breath.

“There far more interesting positions I can imagine you in, but since you look like you’ve just been fucked, it’s moved to the top three.” He reaches out a hand and pulls me up while I stare at him in a daze.

I open my mouth to ask him what one and two are but think better of it and try to avoid the heated look he’s giving me.

I clear my throat and quickly change the subject. “I’m not professionally trained like you four. But I guess I’m not too bad either.” The skills I’ve learned over the years have saved me more times than I can count.

“I’ve seen you throw a blade and hit it dead center. Multiple times in a row. You’re beyond skilled. Talented, in fact. I think we just need to work on your stamina and endurance.”

My mind takes a completely different turn, thinking of all the ways I can get somestaminaandendurancein without ever running or swimming. In fact, I bet I wouldn’t have to move that much at all.

A muscle jumps in his jaw as he stares at me. “Now go hit the showers.”

I chuckle. “Is that a nice way to tell me I stink?”

His pupils dilate, almost swallowing the color of his eyes. “I’m telling you to get moving before I decide I want to lick every single drop of sweat off you and demonstrate some of those positions I’ve been imagining you in.”

A warm shiver slides down my back before pooling low in my stomach.

He exhales sharply, his nostrils flaring. “Sena,” he warns.

My feet get moving, even though the rest of my body wants to stay and find out exactly what positions he’s talking about.

Just before I’m out of view, I quickly glance over my shoulder, finding him in the same position, his back to me and his fists clenched by his sides.

As if sensing me watching him, he starts to turn around. I quickly get moving, heading through the forest and straight into the house, all while thinking about an ice-cold shower.

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