Page 34 of My Dark Obsession
I couldn't help snapping, “stop saying that. Mate. I never said I would be your mate.”
Jerry stood still, his glow still and unwavering with his arm still swept to the side.
Rí leered down at me and stepped right into my space, forcing me to crane my neck up at him. “Ye’ are my Mate. End of. No discussion needed. Now, do as the nice ghost said and go to ye’ suite.” His eyes blazed bright and heated, his jaw ticked, and I could have sworn his teeth looked slightly sharper.
Something was seriously wrong with me. Like seriously. Because why did I find that hot? Why oh why did my core heat and my thighs clench at his assertive tone?
I kept my mouth shut so as to not embarrass myself and stomped off down the dark staircase.
We entered a large room, with floor to ceiling arched windows with the view of a dark sea smashing its waves against the rock around us.
The fucking castle was built into the side of the mountain. My mouth dropped open as I took in the sightbefore me. A bed so large it could hold six large people easily. The four posts held thick black drapes that held silver threading. The deep wooden headboard had a circle carved into the wood, with winding ropes linking at the top.
Another stone fireplace with a crackling fire and two plush armchairs sat in front. Right in front of the huge windows was a small table and a loveseat. Candles were lit everywhere, every surface they could rest on, the wooden dresser and wardrobe, the shelves and bedside tables. Candles hung from a black stained-glass chandelier and somehow provided no dripping wax.
“Wow,” I breathed.
Jerry bowed once more before poofing from the room. Leaving us alone and heated.
A hand slid around the back of my neck, gripped it and pulled my head back. Red narrowed eyes stared down at me. Sliding his hand round to the front of my neck he gripped it tightly. His hand was so large, his fingers met at the back.
I could breathe, but not as freely. My mouth dried as my eyes grew heavy.
I said nothing.
His chest expanded as he inhaled deep, before releasing in a shuddering breath. His eyes closed as his head leaned down and inhaled again.
“Fuck, I can smell ye’, smell ye’ want for me Wee One.” He growled, the vibration of his voice causing me to pant. I was needy. I was hungry for something I hadn't had before.
I wasn't naive. I was a grown woman. I just hadn’t allowed myself to want this before. But I was the newAmaya, right? I was the Dark Witch and could take what I wanted.
And I wanted this.
I placed my hand on his hard chest, then slowly ran it down to his stomach and leaned into his grip around my throat. Cutting off my air completely. My eyes closed and I licked my dry lips. My chest burned; lungs searched for air.
He released my neck, air whooshing through my lungs as I gasped and opened my eyes.
He looked down at me, a question in his eyes.
I nodded.
“Say it.” He growled.
“I want you. Now.”
His hands gripped the back of my thighs and lifted, wrapping them around his waist. I gripped his hair, and I looked into those red eyes. So warm, so heated, so ready for me.
Slowly I lowered my mouth to his. Pressing my lips to his ever so gently.
His hold on my thighs tightened.
I breathed in his firewood and cake scent, tasted it on his breath. I was soaking. I almost hurt with how much I needed him.
Gentle wasn't enough. It wasn't what I needed.
He sensed this and smashed our mouths together, our tongues tangling, teeth clashing. I pulled his hair to angle his head better. My legs tighten around his waist as his hard stomach rubbed against my heat oh so perfectly.
I needed more.
