Page 34 of Prince of Storms
I recalled my dad’s booming laugh and my mom’s loving smile. They were gone, but I would always have those memories. I held onto them tightly.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Thank you.”
The sniffles and tears slowed, but she kept her face hidden in her arm until they were well and truly done. I didn’t care. I was perfectly content with her body pressed against me, my arm around her, holding her close, doing my best to ensure she felt safe.
“I’m going to clean up,” she said eventually, slipping out from under me and heading toward what I presumed to be the bathroom.
I let her go, and once she’d closed herself in, I went to the front door and opened it, looking out into the night. I couldn’t see any sign of Rica, no movement in the dark, no sound of wings swooping in the sky.
But I could sense her. The air had a freshly ionized tingle to it. She was nearby, but so far, staying out of sight.
I was going to have to deal with Rica, soon, if I wanted to keep Mia safe. She might “just” be a human, but she intrigued me greatly, and I was quickly coming to think of her as mattering. I wouldn’t let Rica hurt her.
And I knew from experience that my sister would have no hesitation regarding harming others. The only reason she didn’t attack now was a combination of my presence and the fact that doing so would raise the alarm of other humans. She wanted to stay below the radar.
“Is someone there?”
“No, no, I was just getting some air,” I said. Instead of turning to look at Mia and opening myself up to a cheap shot, I slowly backed up, closing the door and locking it once more. “How are you doing?”
She looked better, her face was clean of tears, and her eyes were less red.
“Better,” she said softly. “Thank you. I …”
“Don’t sweat it,” I said, waving off whatever she was going to say.
We stood there, looking at one another. Brown eyes versus pale. Short against tall. We weren’t facing off, but rather, each one was waiting for the other to decide what to do next.
And somewhere in that murky area between us, things changed. Embarrassed glances became curious looks. Nervous lip bites became minor seduction.
The tension grew, and the vibes between us were different.
Very.Verydifferent.
“Tor,” she said breathlessly.
Against my better judgment, I went to her.
Chapter Fifteen
Mia
What the fuck was I thinking? It was a bad idea. I was too open, too vulnerable. Tor had pulled down those walls somehow, and I was letting him come right in.
To be fair, the man was irresistible sex. My fingers wrapped around biceps harder than steel as he cupped my head with both hands and kissed me. Air flew from my lungs, and I struggled to breathe from the shock of his kiss, the heat of his body settling over me like a warm blanket, wrapping me in its embrace.
Lips parted, and tongues danced as I backpedaled until my shoulders were up against the wall. He held me there, running his fingers down my shoulders, over my chest, and to my waist, teasing me with the lightest of touches. I moaned into his mouth as his hardening cock pressed against me.
Was I really doing this?
“No,” Tor growled wickedly as I reached for his cock. “Tonight is about you.”
“Me?” I asked.
He kissed my jaw, my neck, then pulled my shirt down to expose my collarbone, kissing that, too. I practically melted into him. He teased and tormented me against that wall, his body firm and hard, including his cock, which I was surprised I wasn’t allowed to touch. Part of me pouted at that.
Until he lifted my shirt over my head. Then it was, as he’d said, all about me from then on out.
