Page 69 of Wolf Caged
But his teasing stirred something dangerous within me as I came to stand before him, drowning in his presence as he lounged on his throne, looking every bit the powerful dark king with his hair tousled from his helmet and his armour in place.
Silver eyes slid over me from head to toe and back again, the weariness that had been in them fading, erased by the heat that built there instead.
I stood my ground, refusing to squirm under the weight of his gaze.
“Did you miss me, little lamb?” His grin grew salacious as he canted his head, one of the braids he wore behind his ears falling away from his neck while the other caressed the corded length of it, drawing my gaze there.
“No,” I bit out, flat and matter of fact. “I have rather enjoyed the silence.”
“But not the confinement.”
“So you did order them to keep me locked in the castle.” I glared at him now, the heat of anger rising to almost overshadow that heat of desire his wicked smirk roused in me.
“Are you angry with me, little lamb?”
“Stop calling me that.” I was tired of always being compared with a lamb, a creature of innocence and purity, one that was weak and vulnerable. I bared my fangs at him. “I’m a wolf.”
“A lamb in wolf’s clothing,” he muttered, amusement shimmering in his eyes, all the fatigue I had seen hidden back beneath his mask again.
“I’m going to my room.” I pivoted on my heel, turning my back on him.
“I have an order for you.” That stopped me before I had even taken a step away from him, the coldness in his voice sending a chill tumbling down my spine as my mind raced forwards to imagine what his latest demand might be.
I slowly turned back towards him.
He prowled towards me, all menace and masculinity, his steps echoing with a metallic ring in the suddenly too small room. All the air left my lungs and my heart kicked up a notch, thundering in my ears as he closed the distance between us, each step closer he came ratcheting that unbearable heat within me up another degree.
Until I was on fire.
On dangerous ground that felt ready to burn to ashes beneath me.
My wolf side snarled within me, a growl of pure hunger and domination, threatening and cajoling this male who held a dangerous power over me.
He stopped toe-to-toe with me, forcing me to tip my head back to hold his gaze, his scent and heat enveloping me.
“Remove my armour for me.”
Five words spoken in a low voice, barely a whisper, but as powerful as the tides, as the ocean and the moon. A command I felt right down to my soul as it sent the heat curling through my veins into the stratosphere and scalded my cheeks.
Strip him.
He wanted me to strip him.
Chapter 16
KAELERON
“Remove my armour for me.”
I issued that command half in jest, half out of a pure animal need to feel her hands on me and watch her reaction to my order. Another delicious blush climbed her cheeks and she struggled to hold my gaze as I stood before her, so close we were almost touching. I waited to see what she would do.
Accept my order, or refuse to carry it out?
If she chose the latter, I would find an amusing way to punish her.
After a moment where she looked as if she might be biting back more than a few choice, harsh words, she reached for the first buckle without complaint.
Her scent maddened me as she leaned in closer, rising onto her tiptoes to reach the black leather strap that held my pauldron in place.
