Page 84 of Wolf Caged
I clawed at it, desperate to get out of it, my dress or my skin I didn’t know.
My short claws sliced through the delicate fabric of my dress, shearing one of the straps. It fell away, cooler air kissing my skin above my right breast, but it wasn’t enough.
I stared at the males, aware of the hard body beneath mine, the heady wild storm scent of him filling my nostrils and drawing all of my focus to him. I wriggled on his lap, desperate to rub myself against him, to feel that hard masculine body against mine, a growl slipping from my lips.
A demand to touch me.
My back arched as I kicked my legs and the dress fell between them, exposing my thighs, a moan escaping me as my nipples beaded, the fabric abrading them. Teasing them.
Kaeleron’s gaze was like fire on me, branding me, making me burn hotter.
I couldn’t take it.
I desperately clawed at my dress, at him, needing to hold him and needing to break free of his arms, torn in so many directions that something within me was threatening to break.
“I can’t,” I bit out as another wave of desire rolled over me, dark and delicious, pulling me deeper under its spell, and I realised what was happening.
Why I felt sick.
Shaking violently.
So desperate for a release from all this pain.
My bones ached, muscles clamping down onto them as I reached for a hint of pleasure, squeezing my thighs tight together.
My arousal reached fever pitch.
“Saphira?”
My name was a drug on his lips.
I shivered and burned, desperate for him to speak it again.
To free me of these chains that bound me.
The night closed in and I wanted to howl at that full moon, wanted to strip off this dress and dance among the males, tempting this fae king until he submitted to me.
No.
I pushed from his arms, stumbling as I hit the ground, my head foggy and the need pounding in my veins demanding I return to him. He had what I needed. Was what I wanted.
No.
I kicked off my slippers and ran barefoot through the grass, hitching my dress up so I didn’t trip as I sprinted as hard as I could, the cool dewy touch of nature beneath my feet soothing some of the heat that had grown unbearable.
I was going to burn up.
Crumble to ashes.
I ran hard. Fast. Until the sounds of the feast disappeared into the night. Until silence surrounded me.
And I didn’t stop running until I reached my room.
I threw all the windows open, letting cold night air roll into the room. It wasn’t enough. It didn’t cool me as I needed. I burned. It didn’t stop my thoughts from spinning out of control, all centred around a certain dark fae king and the way he had looked at me.
Iburnedfor him.
My primal instincts snarled and demanded I return to the feast.
