Page 64 of Cruelly Fated
I could hear her heartbeat through the wall. Quick, hesitant.
The dragon coiled, restless, whispering thoughts that sounded a lot like mine.
She’s ours. She wants you to follow. Mark her again.
I gritted my teeth. The beast didn’t understand patience. It didn’t know what it meant to tread lightly, to earn something instead of taking it. All it knew was her scent clinging to our skin, her heat calling us home.
But I couldn’t take.
Not until she offered all of it. Not until she knew what that offer meant.
I turned my back on the door and the irresistible burn between us and lowered myself back onto the couch, my cock stiff as hell. Her shadow soared against the bedroom windows. I tilted my head against the backrest and shut my eyes, praying she’d come to me instead.
Twenty-Seven
ALLIE
The sunlight burst through bare windows, painting the room golden. I stretched my arms overhead, slowly surfacing from a night of restless sleep and dreams of a hard, hot body pressed by my side.
After lying awake for what felt like hours, waiting for Kyon to make a move, I’d finally drifted off, resigned to prolonging the quiet tension strung between us. I bit my lip.Why did he want me tostay with him?
I couldn’t see him through the open bedroom door. His usual perch on the couch was just out of view. If I got up and strolled to the bathroom, which required me to round the bed, I’d spot him. But I wasn’t ready to face him yet. Still, I had to pee…
I rolled across the enormous bed to the far edge, the side closest to the bathroom, feeling like a child sneaking out of a fort, and promptly tumbled down, landing on the floor with a muted thud. Falling wasn’t part of my plan.
I froze, listening to the sounds of Kyon stirring. They didn’t come, so I flipped over and crawled to the bathroom.
The cold tile bit into my feet. I started the shower, goosebumps breaking across my skin. He was only a few feet away. I stripped quickly and stepped under the cold spray, lathered my hair and body, and rinsed within minutes, my heart hammering wildly, expecting Kyon to join me any minute.
I tipped my head back and groaned.What the hell is wrong with me?
Wrapping my hair in a towel, I pulled on my skimpy jeans and cropped shirt—my usual club attire. After a restless puff of air, I finally steadied my hands enough to apply makeup. Leaning across the wide counter wore me out fast, so I climbed onto the space between the sinks and settled there with my legs crossed.
As I swept on mascara, a shadow passed behind me. I jerked the wand and streaked black across my cheekbone.
“Shit!” I whisper-shouted, then I clamped my lips tight.
Kyon turned his sculpted back to me and pushed the glass door in like he was about to take his shower.
Wait. Surely he knew I was in the bathroom. I stared through the mirror, afraid to turn around or move at all. Afraid to breathe.
I should have scrambled off the counter and removed myself from this precarious situation. Instead, I tipped my head sideways, soaking my eyes with the divine view.
He dropped his boxers.
Sweet ass cheeks…
I shook myself back to reality and shut my eyes, humming a tune in my head to silence my dirty thoughts. He’d been under the shower for a couple of minutes now. I yanked some tissues from a box and removed the excess mascara, then I scooted off the counter, all while fighting the urge to glance over.
The water shut off, and my eyes rounded. If he hadn’t noticed me earlier, he’d know I was here now. And ogling him…
A flush blossomed across my face. I gripped my makeup bag extra tightly and attempted to slip out.
“You took my towel.” His husky voice was like a caress against my skin.
I squeaked, my bag flying to the floor.
Without turning around, I unwrapped the towel from my hair and extended it to him, dangling it by the tips of my fingers.
