Page 50 of Wrath of the Dragons
“Give me the truth, love.”
“I did,” she moans as she threads her fingers through my hair and guides me toward her nipple visible through the fabric. My defiant angel.
I wrap my lips around her peak, and she whimpers, dragging her hips over the bulge in my pants. “The truth is that if I parted these pretty thighs, you’d be dripping for me.”
“You’re delusional,” she gasps.
I smirk against her, licking my way back up to her jaw and holding her in place as she squirms, wanting her closer, wanting to possess her.My fingers caress down her back and thigh until I can dip them beneath the hem to push her legs apart with my fist. She whimpers again, a knot forming between her brows, and she tilts her hips forward, searching for the reprieve I won’t grant.
“The truth—” Her eyes briefly squeeze shut when I trail a finger over the side of her panties. Her pants paint my lips, mingling with mine as our pulses pound together. I keep my finger where it is, rubbing back and forth to give her a hint of what I’ll do once she gives me what I ask. All she has to do is tell me she wants me, but fuck if I don’t love the fight.
The bell chimes at the foot of the steps, the servants signaling a visitor has arrived. “Ignore them. I’m not expecting anyone.”
“W-we don’t want to be rude.”
“Yes, we do. We want to be extremely rude.”
She abruptly stands up but remains between my parted thighs with a devilish smirk on her lips. She hooks her fingers through the thin straps on her shoulders andslowlyslides the fabric down her body until she’s left in nothing but the morning light that graces her skin.
“Fuck,” I groan, resuming my death grip on the chair. “I’m going to kill whoever is at the door.” She laughs, turning away from me to walk into the bedroom, her tits and ass bouncing as she does. I want to bury myself inside her and wring every ounce of pleasure from her until she’s limp. I want to capture her moans in my mouth and bury my face between her thighs. “I’m not joking.”
I run my hands through my hair and drag them down my face before tilting my head back against the chair. If this is the game she wants to play, so be it. She can push me all she wants; all it does is make me want to return the torment. She walks through the door again with innocent eyes, looking breathtaking in a lavender velvet gown in her favored style with delicate embroidery.
“Let’s go greet our guests.” She slips her hand into mine and tugs me from the room.
“Let’s murder them.”
Chapter
Twenty-five
Elowen
“No,” Cayden states by wayof greeting while glaring at the towers of trunks stacked throughout the entryway with more still attached to the wagon beyond the door. I’m the culprit for the majority of the clutter considering I requested several pieces of jewelry, gowns, shoes, and other items to be transferred here, but Finnian’s, Ryder’s, and Saskia’s trunks join the chaos. Hinges squeak when I crack one open and run my fingers over a clothbound book embroidered with pink roses.
“Elowen invited us,” Ryder answers. “Who am I to deny my queen’s request?” He throws an arm around my shoulders, and I force myself not to stiffen from the unprompted touch. I’m doing better with expecting this while in everyone’s presence, but I think there will always be a part of me that rebels against having a person close to me at first. Cayden yanks me from his best friend’s hold, wrapping both arms around my waist and pressing my back to his chest.
“Go home.”
Finnian raises a hand. “I don’t have a house.”
“I’ll buy you one,” Cayden answers. “The other two have houses of their own to return to.”
I reach up and shove my palm over Cayden’s mouth. “I’m happy you’re all here.”
Cayden peels my hand away. “I won’t judge you for your lapse in judgment.”
“Cayden was born with a stick up his a—” I smack his hands away when he pinches my sides to tickle me and turn to face him.
“Keep running your mouth and I’ll find a much better use for it,” he whispers before straightening up. My desire from earlier hasn’t dissipated, and he smirks as he regards my features. He pulls out his pocket watch and glances down at it. “I have an appointment in Ladislava shortly, but I expect your belongings will be removed from my house by the time I get back.”
He kisses my forehead and steps around me without looking back. I narrow my eyes on his retreating form. “Cayden.”
“Hm?” He removes his coat and boots from the closet close to the main entrance and puts them on.
“Look at me.”
“I’ll see you later, love.” He cuts a direct path to the door, dodging trunks with ease. I hurry to catch up to him, stepping into his path and framing his face to drag his gaze down to mine.
