Page 35 of Venomous Lust
Chapter 12
Hazel
She had no idea how she got there, but she now stood in the middle of the free space in Khal’s private quarters. Her entire body shook with long, deep shivers despite the comfortable temperature, and her breathing was fast and shallow.
Khal faced the door as it slid shut, both hands braced against the wall, his broad back tense and rippling with muscles, his legs spread shoulder-width apart, thighs wide as tree trunks molded into synthetic leather pants. He looked glorious and masculine, and dangerous with every inch of his tall, strong body.
Her body answered the sight of him like it had a willpower of its own, her walls clenching and wetness flowing between her legs. Fire spread anew in her veins, propelling her forward. Hazel took a step toward Khal, her hands lifting, itching to touch his glorious, gleaming skin.
“Stay where you are.” Khal’s tone was like a blade through the air, cold and merciless. “You’re not safe with me.”
Not safe with him? She was as safe with him as she was ever going to be. Safer with him than she had ever been in her life.
“You won’t hurt me.” There was confidence in her words, in her voice. More than she thought there should be, and every bit as much as she felt. “I know you won’t.”
“You know nothing of an Eok’s urges, Hazel.” That voice again. Velvet covered in razor blades. “If you so much as take another step, I won’t be able to control it. I’ll come on to you like the savage I am and I will rut you in the ways of old. And you won’t like the ways of old.”
Fear mixed with her arousal at his words, but her mind was too far gone and caution wasn’t in her blood tonight.
“But I want you.” Never had Hazel meant anything so much. Never had her desires been expressed so freely. “I need you.”
She lifted her hand, fingers outstretched, intent on reaching him, on making him understand how much she meant it. Khal turned his head sideways and hissed.
The sound of the hiss froze her and fear coursed anew in her veins, but instead of abating the lust, it only made her core quiver more.
“You do not need me as I am now.”
There was a definite note in his tone: something that made her stop. Because she knew. She could see in the tension running like water over the skin of his arms and shoulders that he was barely controlling himself.
Maybe I should back down. Maybe I can resist the lust after all.
But she couldn’t. Just thinking about it nearly sent her crawling on the floor toward him, begging to be fucked like an animal.
“Tell me what to do. Tell me how to help you.”
Long seconds passed before Khal answered, seconds filled with silence and anticipation. His eyes flashed as he shot her a glance over his shoulder.
“Get on the bed.” He growled the order, and this second time around, the glance he shot her lingered on her body for just a fraction longer. “Remove your clothing.”
The words shot right through Hazel’s belly and she stood unmoving for a few long moments as the reality of what he’d asked her settled in. Fear tempered the unrelenting fire in her blood and Hazel took a step backward.
“Now, Hazel.” His voice had decreased in volume, the sound gravely and cruel. “Before I rip them off your body.”
The barely veiled violence in Khal’s voice, the way his fangs gleamed as he looked at her sideways, pushed her into action. She was scared, yes, but he was still in control. There was no telling what would happen if he lost it. Her hands trembled as she undid her pants and slowly pushed the heavy, close fitting fabric down her legs then kicked them out of the way. She stood uneasily in her panties and her tank top for a second, then grabbed the hem of her tank and lifted it over her head to discard it with her pants.
As the cool air brushed her breasts, her already hard nipples tightened into tiny balls of aching flesh.
“On the bed.”
The command was rough and something inside Hazel wanted to rebel, but she obeyed anyway. She turned and hopped onto the large, soft bed, pushing with her legs until she sat in the middle.
Then she waited. Time seemed suspended as her legs got covered in goosebumps and she stared at Khal’s back, then his arms, and all the way down to his fingers, which appeared to be digging into the wall of the room. He was breathing heavily and fast in an obvious effort to control himself.
Then he turned around, leaving long scratch marks deep in the metal wall as he removed his hands. His blue eyes, shining with a light from within, locked on to her exposed body and Hazel pressed her thighs together, her core clenching instinctively. Those eyes raked over her legs and higher up to her breasts.
“I told you to remove your clothing.” There was an edge to his voice, like he couldn’t bear the slightest disobedience from her.
She opened her mouth to speak but only a choked, pitiful sound escaped. Without words, Hazel grabbed her panties and slid them down her legs to send them to the floor next to her discarded clothing. She closed her thighs tightly over her bared pussy in an instinctive protective gesture.
