Page 83 of Enchanted Heir
So I did the only thing I could possibly think of to keep Krew standing with me.
I closed the gap between us and kissed him.
At first he stood there, like a statue, rooted to the ground. I could hear the king barking orders and saying gods knew what offensive remarks as he made his way down the hallway in the direction of the elevator.
I only needed to keep Krew distracted for a minute more and then we could head upstairs. It was my fault we were standing here to begin with, I should have waited to barrage him with questions until we were upstairs.
Remembering how decent of a kisser Krew was in the forest the first time, I moved to kiss him a second time. And that was when something in him snapped because he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. And unlike the one in the forest, this one was not gentle at all.
He was probably angry at his father, or at me for talking to Keir earlier, I didn’t know, but he was kissing me back in such a way that had my breath hitching and my skin running with fire. Kissing someone who was already angry likely hadn’t been my best idea.
I broke the kiss only to check over his shoulder to see that the king was truly gone.
“All clear,” Owen said quietly, but loud enough for me to hear it.
But Krew was not done, apparently, as I barely got air and he was back for more. Seconds, possibly minutes, ticked by with Krew making no effort to move us from the wall. And, having never been kissed like this in my entire life, I made no effort to stop it either. If he wanted to kiss the rage out of his system, I was a willing target for it.
When he finally did pull back, he rested his forehead on mine for a moment.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice rough. He removed his hand from where it was gripping my hair and trailed his fingers down my arm as he pulled back.
I fought a shiver and tried to take a steadying breath. “You’re welcome.”
He took my hand, looked down the hallway to make sure his father was gone, and we headed for the elevator.
I sighed. “That was close. He’s really gone?”
Owen snorted from behind me. “Honey, he’s been gone for a few minutes now.”
Krew snapped his head toward Owen to glare at him, and Owen coughed. “Right. Shutting up.”
It should be weird that Owen and Romero had been present for me kissing Krew in such a manner. But considering what the king had said and how drunk he’d been, I was just glad we all made it out unscathed. I should’ve been more embarrassed than I was.
Up in Krew’s wing, he opened the door and strode in, never removing his hand from mine.
Owen stayed outside the door where Easton was already waiting and said, “See you in the morning, nice and early.”
“I don’t get to sleep in a little since we are up late?” I asked over my shoulder.
He grinned ear to ear. “Nope.”
“Prick,” I spit.
He winked as he brought the door closed.
It was just Krew and I again. We had kissed. Again. And yes, it’d been in front of the king, but also not in front of the king. I didn’t know what to do with it, what box I should put it in.
Krew let out a long sigh, and then yanked on my hand, bringing me into his body. “Do you know what the worst part is?”
I gave my head a shake. I obviously knew nothing where this man was concerned.
Before I could move or say a thing, he pressed his lips to mine once more, crushing them for the briefest of moments. “The worst part is that these irrational and inexplicable feelings I have for you, I fear they’ll forever be. I cannot shake them. Even if I wanted to. And I no longer even remotely wish to.”
“And this is a bad thing?”
His lips turned upward. “It is when I had already accepted having to give my life in killing my father.”
“Well, unaccept it,” I demanded.
