Page 61 of Stormbinder King
His lips were poison, his sweetness was a bitter barb. But I said nothing, let his piercing sweep into my mouth, tease my tongue with what I knew his could do.
But I felt nothing.
It had been a long, hard winter and the spice garden I’d planted with such hopes in the fall just wasn’t doing well.
Before I had been called or pulled into this land, or whatever had happened, I would have given up.
But after this long, brutal winter, I was stubborn.
With gentle fingers, I moved the hanging ivy at the base of my treehouse so the herbs could get more sun.
As I knelt there in the garden, I felt a shadow pass over me.
I knew without looking that it was Symeon.
The King stopped when he was still several feet away, as if judging he was a safe distance that wouldn’t activate his predator’s instincts.
I wondered if he’d ask how I was feeling. If I was sore.
The bite mark hidden under my hair throbbed, but I refused to touch it.
“That plant is too small and weak,” Symeon said in his harsh voice, “it won’t survive for long.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” I shot back at him. “You didn’t even give it a chance.I’mnot giving up.”
I didn’t see any movement or change, but I kept on, continuing to clear the thick ivy away.
Symeon still stood there like a stone statue.
Actually, Iwasgoddamn sore from his painfully big cock but I wasn’t going to tell him that.
“What do you want?” I finally said.
“Why do you desire my brother?” he asked abruptly, crossing his arms across his chest. “Why were you his whore immediately?”
His face was like granite, and the short-sleeved shirt barely covered the thick bands of muscle across his chest.
I said nothing.
My desire was a shameful weight inside me. Even thinking about Jack made my nipples tighten.
“Did you want me to be your whore instead?” I snapped.
Anger seemed to run through my veins, not in a slow drip, but a fire that burned everything in its path.
His eyes were flat and dark, devoid of any emotion.
“I wanted my fated mate not to jump on the first cock she saw.”
Thank God I couldn’t actually read his mind. But I felt emotion rolling off him.
I felt regret, pain. His mate rejection was eating him away inside.
“That one dirty fuck in the woods must have really affected you.”
A muscle throbbed in his jaw.
“Your inability to stay away from Jack no matter how he treats you is humiliating.”
