Page 157 of Wolf Caged
He curled his fingers around mine, his grip gentle. Teasing. Warm. He pulled me up onto my feet so quickly I stumbled into him, my body pressing against the hard length of his.
I shoved him back a few inches.
“So feisty. Are you always like this the morning after?” His husky chuckle sent a shiver tumbling down my spine, a trickle of pleasure that had me wanting to lean into him, to feel all his strength pressing against me. “Perhaps we were not energetic enough.”
“Since the only morning afters I’ve experienced have been here and I’ve had my reasons to be in a bad mood, then yes, I’m always grouchy.”
His fingers settled under my jaw and he tilted my head up, forcing my gaze up to his face as he towered over me, so close his breath skated across my lips as he stood there staring down at me.
What was that war in his eyes?
It looked like the one that echoed within me, tearing me between wanting all this male had to offer and wanting to run for the hills.
“Why don’t you take any pleasure for yourself?” My cheeks heated as I let that question fall from my lips, wishing I hadn’t put it out there but needing to know why he chose to always pleasure me, to take care of my needs, and deny himself. “Afterwards… did you… did you go and?—”
I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
“Pleasure myself?” he offered.
I forced myself to nod, even as I silently wanted to die of embarrassment.
“Not this time.”
“Why not?” My voice trembled. “Because there was no magic in the air making you horny?”
Oh my gods. I needed to shut up. But the part of me that needed to know why he did the things he did was stronger, louder, demanding I keep going.
“I found pleasure enough in breaking you, Saphira.”
“You’re kidding me.” I pulled back, refusing to believe that.
He shook his head, his handsome face solemn and serious. “I have found there is great pleasure to be had in tending to your needs, in feeling your tight little body trembling from my touch, and in hearing you crying my name when you?—”
I slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling his words. “That’s enough.”
He was grinning when he took hold of my hand and lowered it from his lips, and then pressed a kiss to it, his silver gaze hot and wicked as he said, “If you are so concerned about my pleasure, next time I will give you free rein. Whatever you desire, it will be yours.”
He pulled me against him, the feel of his hard body rousing dangerous heat in my veins as his words rang in my ears, evoking visions of us tangled together, bare limbs entwined as we both sought our pleasure.
Kaeleron lowered his mouth to my ear and teleported with me as he husked, “Might I suggest indulging your love of the taste of meat.”
My cheeks blazed, the vision of us tangled together transforming into one of me on my knees, his fist in my hair, my mouth on his cock as he worked his hips and grunted in pleasure.
“With your breakfast, of course.” He chuckled as the shadows parted to reveal my room and he released me, sweeping his hand out towards the table near the door to the balcony and the plate stacked with bacon and eggs.
“You bastard,” I muttered and shoved him away from me, that image still scorching my mind and heating my blood, flooding me with a need to make him pay for playing me like that.
Unfortunately, the only punishment I could come up with was one involving kneeling and untying his breeches, and that didn’t seem much like punishment.
I should have asked my mother how long a mating heat lasted.
I was sure it was to blame for my overactive mind and my perma-horny state.
It had nothing to do with any kind of attraction to Kaeleron.
“Just tell me what my stupid task is and leave me in peace.” I carried my breakfast tray out onto the balcony and yanked my chair out.
“I need you to scour the books in the library for any mention of An’sidwain. A stone.”
