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I soften my tone, trying to reassure her. “It’s not your fault, Bree. You’re not sleeping on the sofa, I was just wondering, that is all.” She sighs deeply. I tilt my head to the side watching her. “But there’s something you can do.” Her curiosity piques, and she looks at me then asks, “About my bond?”
I nod.
“Like what?” she asks and I smile. Without another word, I lean down and kiss her. It’s a soft, questioning kiss that gives her the chance to pull away. She doesn’t.
As we break apart, the tension lingers, but I don’t pull away. “Give him a dose of his own medicine,” I whisper against her lips. I see the hurt flick in her eyes before seeing something else, revenge, as her lips twitch.
Chapter 21
• Aubrey •
Soren leans closer, brushing my lips softly with his, and I’m stunned for a second. I’m frozen when he does because I expect it when his family is around, but not something I expected when we can drop the façade and are alone.
Soren pulls away but doesn’t move from between my legs. “Give him a dose of his own medicine,” he whispers, his lips grazing mine as he speaks.
I stiffen, my heart pounding in my chest. His words echo in my ears, an interesting premise that holds the potential for sweet revenge, one I never thought of before. My mind fills with images of Rhett’s face, imagining him receiving the same punishment he forces me to endure each night, his jealousy flaring when he realizes what is causing it.
Then reality sets in and I realize how dangerous this could be. If Rhett found out about Soren and me, there’s no telling what he would do. He has a quick temper, and I’m sure he will come hunting me again, and if the King believes his lies, I may find myself locked in his dungeon or worse… dead. Soren’s hands move, his fingers finding my wrists as he pins them above my head.
“Is that a good idea?” I ask Soren tentatively, not wanting to confuse this entire situation even more than it already is.
He places a hand on my cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Do you not trust me?”
“It’s not that… It’s…”
“I’m not your mate, Bree, I won’t hurt you, not like that, anyway.” His lips caress against my jaw. And just like that, all logic flies out the window and I want what he is offering. He won’t hurt me, not like Rhett. He couldn’t even if he tried. Rhett has destroyed our bond, he obliterates it every damn night, so anything Soren does will never compare to that pain. Despite the nagging voice telling me to say no, I want to.
It’s not just about revenge. There’s a need stirring inside me, a hunger Soren awakened, and now it screams for connection, to feel wanted even if it means nothing to Soren.
A flash of pain strikes through me, pulsating with the bitter reminder of the rejection that still tears at my soul. But then something else bubbles to the surface - a primal need for retribution, a desire to make him feel a fraction of the torment he has inflicted upon me. As Soren’s mouth meets mine again, I surrender, sinking into the kiss with an unexpected ferocity.
His lips move against mine, drawing out a side of me I barely recognize but can’t deny. A piece of me I don’t want to deny, either.
His mouth moves against mine with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sends shivers cascading down my spine. My fingers tangle in his hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring the contours of my mouth with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
Raw desire surges within me, his kiss is potent medicine and I find myself craving more. The heat between us builds until it’s almost unbearable, a sweet torment that makes my heart pound wildly in my chest.
Breaking away from him is like tearing myself from the most exquisite dream. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as Igaze into his eyes - twin pools of obsidian darkened by his Lycan side coming forward and I know mine match his.
He smiles mischievously, dipping his head. His tongue scrapes across the seam of my lips as his teeth nip and tug on the bottom one. I try to catch my breath. He groans.
“Are you sure about this?” I question, doubting my ability to play his game successfully. Soren won’t hurt me but I think I may hurt myself. Soren simply gives a wicked grin, his lips brushing against mine as he whispers in reply.
“I should be asking you that? I’m all for teaching your mate a lesson.”
My heart throbs in my chest. This is new territory for me - being so intimate, not just physically but emotionally, too and I don’t think he realizes the war going on within me.
There’s a part of me that’s still terrified, that’s screaming for me to push him away and run, knowing in the end, when his parents leave, and I serve my purpose, he’ll get rid of me and I will be the only one hurt. Except at this moment, I don’t care. I crave more.
His hands roam down to my hips, and with one swift movement, he pulls my leg around his waist. Our bodies flush against each other. He pulls back to look at me – really look at me – his blue eyes blazing with anticipation.
“So are you sure about this? We don’t have to have sex,” he breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper. “I won’t take that from you,” he tells me. “Me touching you is enough to hurt him.”
I swallow hard, staring into those piercing blue eyes filled with concern and something else – something raw and hungry. Nodding slightly, I pull him back down onto me.
In response to my silent confirmation, his kisses grow wilder - less timid and more demanding, while mine mirror his intensity.
Rhett was wrong for turning away from me. I’m not an innocent girl anymore who’s afraid of her desires. I’m a woman who knows what she wants, and right now, I want Soren. And if this is also what it takes to show Rhett the mistake he made, then so be it.
