Page 87 of Wolf Caged
No, I didnotneed Kaeleron.
“Go away.” I scrambled and reached for a pillow, hurling it at him and then grunting as my body cramped again.
The pillow hit him square in the face.
He didn’t even try to block it as he prowled towards me and flicked his right hand out. The door behind him slammed shut and the window shutters followed it, like a wave of magic rolling through the room.
“I did this,” he growled. “I will take care of it… of you.”
Mortified, I shook my head. “No.”
My instincts howled ‘yes, yes, yes!’.
My inner wolf, my primal side, more animal than human, responded to him—to his arrogance and his dominant nature as he stared down at me, looming at the foot of the four-poster bed.
I tried to crawl away from him, hoping he might leave if I ignored him, biting back another grunt as pain seared me and twisted my insides.
“Saphira.” My name was a command on his lips and I thrilled as he gripped the bedclothes and yanked on them, pulling me back towards him, not letting me escape.
Part of me howled at the display of aggression.
I glared at him.
A king.
Too much like an alpha.
He wielded power. Strength. And by the gods, my body responded to it like a drug, writhing as he looked at me, his gaze hooded and demanding.
He wielded powerover me.
I shifted on the bed, rubbing my thighs together, unable to stop myself as his gaze seared me, scorching away my reservations, giving my instincts a firmer hold on my mind as well as my body.
“I will only do what you want—what you ask—you are in control.” He held his hand out to me. “Let me see to your pleasure.”
Those words wreaked havoc on me.
I didn’t feel in control.
His scent, his commanding masculine presence had me wanting to climb him.
Claw him.
Fuck him.
It felt as if my wolf side was trying to burst free of my skin to get to him as he looked at me, his gaze heated, as if he wanted me.
My mind swam, my back arching off the bed, breasts thrusting upwards as I clawed at the covers, as I writhed and succumbed to the fire. Too much. I couldn’t survive this. I cried out as pain swept through me, and it came out as half human, half wolf, a howl of agony that had Kaeleron’s expression shifting from aroused to fearful.
I threw my head back and howled again, sobbing towards the end of it as I desperately clutched at the sheets, as I twisted them into my fists and every inch of me tensed so fiercely I feared my bones would shatter.
“Saphira,” Kaeleron whispered softly and then his hand was on my bent knee.
His touch like a brand.
But not one of fire, but one of blessed ice.
“Touch me,” I sobbed, writhing and aching, desperate for more of that sweet coolness.
