Page 9 of Sonata
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Melody
“Iunderstand what you are telling me, you stubborn ass, but that doesn’t mean you are right.”
Frowning at Étienne so hard a headache developed behind my eyes, I was determent not to let him sweet talk me into doing things his way. The whole mate thing was making me want to rip his head off at the same time as ripping his clothes off. It was driving me crazy. Having never felt anything like it, the jumble of emotions freaked the hell out of me. The guy in question was perched with his butt on the edge of the desk in his office, one ankle crossed over the other, and an unimpressed look on his handsome face. My eyes darted to the side.
“If you throw one more thing at my head, little mate, you’ll give me a good reason to spank you.”
My whole body came alive, buzzing with excitement from his words. It was an automatic reaction I had to him out of my control, and it pissed me off. Thinking fast, I batted my eyelashes at him bashfully, hoping to disguise my eagerness to have his hands and other parts on or in me into being flustered for getting caught.
“If you don’t want me to throw things at you, listen to me. This involves me as well. I want to come and hear what he has to say.”
“You have no reason to stand in the same space with an assassin, Melody.” Étienne snapped his French accent more pronounced when he was angry.
Which was very often since we met.
I didn’t care.
“I have every…”
“No.” there was finality in his tone that pushed me to insanity.
Snatching the glass I placed on the small table next to me after I finished my drink, I threw it at his face. He didn’t duck this time but caught it midair an inch from his nose. Alto, who was curled on one of the uncomfortable chairs in Étienne’s office hissed at him, and it made me grin.
“All I’m saying is you won't even know I’m there.” I tried again while he was too busy staring down his nose at Alto.
“I always know where you are.” He didn’t even look at me, sounding distracted.
“That’s your problem, dude. Can’t you just…I don’t know, turn it off?”
“That’s not how the mate bond works.” A muscle was dancing on the left side of his jaw. Taking a deep breath, I blew it out slowly. We were getting nowhere arguing the way we were.
“Étienne, please.” Changing tactics, I stepped in front of him, taking his fingers between my palms. It was such an empowering feeling to see this insanely powerful creature melt, all of his tension and stiffness disappearing at the touch of my hand. “I don’t know what I am or what I can do apart from killing people. We are wasting time by not searching for more information on my bloodline. What is Moël was right, huh? What if Seraphina can use me against you? I can’t live with that, please.”
“Nobody will use you, period.” The stiffness in his body returned as he tugged me to his chest, snaking an arm around my waist. Crooking a finger, he tilted my face up, searching my gaze. “I can feel you in my soul, little mate, and there is not a blemish on your pure light. You need to trust me.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” I murmured, my breath catching when he lowered his lips so close to mine I could feel the heat of his skin. “I just can’t go without knowing. I have a feeling in my stomach that it's imperative for us to find out whatever we can, fast.”
Étienne’s mouth pressed on mine, and my thoughts vanished. With a groan, he tangled the fingers of his other hand in my hair, tilting my head as he wants it to deepen the kiss. When his tongue teased the sim of my mouth, I opened for him, and he hungrily dived in devouring me. The scent filling my lungs formed invisible feathers to tickle the back of my throat, and I clawed at his shoulders to bring him closer. Ready to start yanking clothes off of both of us, I whimpered and chased his mouth when he pulled back. Panting, I stared at his beautiful blue eyes while mine were glazed over.
I was insatiable for this man.
There was no other word for it.
“I know it is difficult for you to understand my overbearing need to protect you, mon chéri. You are still clinging to your human upbringing, but I need you not to fight me on this.” His tone was deeper than usual and raspy; I could feel it to my toes.
“Don’t speak French when I’m trying to be angry and holding back, so I don’t climb you like a treat the same time, Étienne. It makes me look dumb.” One corner of his mouth twitched up in an amused smirk. Maybe I should’ve told him not to smile either.
“I should keep you tied to my bed then?” he shifted slightly just so I can feel his erection pressing on my lower belly. Butterflies erupted inside me. “If I have you too tired to lift your head, it’ll be easier to keep you safe, no?”
“No?” I added a mocking accent to mimic him just to snap out of my horny state. The guy will be the death of me. “Come on, I just want to see if me being there will make a difference. I know you’ll protect me. What do we have to lose at this point?”
“I can lose everything if anything happens to you.” The smoldering gaze was not needed for him to get his point across.
“which is why I’ll stay close to you. You’ll need to peel me off of you, I promise.” I could see it in his blue orbs when my victory was within reach. “I’ll be like a duct tape, I swear, it’ll be painful to get me off you. And quiet, you won’t hear me breathe, you’ll see.”
“Don’t make me regret this.” He stared at me for a long moment until I nodded eagerly like a child that was promised a bar of chocolate if they behave.
