Page 126 of Broken Souls
As excitement shoots through me, so does confusion. I didn’t like that at the time. But now I want it?
That doesn’t make any fucking sense.
Fuckingblood bond!
“Stop messing with my head!” I shout as I shove him away from me. But my dress is still tangled around my feet, and all that does is make me fall backwards. My arms flail out, but he’s already caught me. I’m bent over backwards as if he’s dipped me after we’ve danced. His eyes are intense on mine. My heart is beating rapidly inside my chest. I can’t breathe even though the corset is now free.
My pussy kegels, and I hate it.
I hate him.
I hate the whiplash of emotions I’m having.
“Get off me,” I snap.
Or at least I try to, but the words never came out.
So I stay in his arms, staring up at him as he looks down at me. His gaze holds mine, then dips slowly down my neck to my naked breasts.
I suck in a breath.
His hand slides up my body, hovering half an inch off my skin, to settle over my breast. My nipples harden, so damn sensitive even though he isn’t touching me. But I didn’t come earlier, so it’s not taking much to push me back to that edge of ecstasy.
“Can I touch these, baby?” he says, his voice raspy and harsh. “Will you let me pinch this nipple while I suck the other one into my mouth?”
A small noise escapes me, and the arousal on his face is breaking through my resistance. He looks like he’ll spend all night worshiping me. His jaw clenches as he struggles with his control to wait for my answer, and my eyes immediately go there. Fucking hel, that should not be that hot.
He inhales. His eyes darken, and I am acutely aware that he can smell the changes in my arousal. Clenching my legs together, I try not to squirm.
“Micha,” he begs. “Let me touch you.”
I swallow hard, torn between two desires. On the one hand, I don’t want to give him any part of myself. On the other… fuck, do I want to come.
A sudden thought occurs to me that makes me tense.
I can just use him and discard him. Take what I want and leave the rest behind – all his bullshit, all his promises. I can reduce him to just his dick. Makehimthe breedmare.
“Okay?” I breathe.
“Was that a question?” Varius groans, his words so tight in their control.
“No?”
“Micha.” That word is the epitome of torture, but his hand still hovers above me, not moving the slightest way towards me.
I clench my teeth as every nerve in my nipple vibrates with the need to be touched. “Fucking touch me,” I demand.
His palm grazes my left nipple just his lips lower over my right. I arch into his mouth, but before I can fully feel the softness of his lips, he freezes. Some fucker has knocked on the door. I swear to the gods, if that’s Aleric –
“Varius,” Rudy knocks in Morse code.
Cursing, he straightens and turns. The lack of hesitation stings and mixes with my irritation at the interruption, so I twist in the opposite direction, making sure to pick up my skirt this time. As Varius strides towards the door, I grab the dress for the reception party, a white regal looking piece that hugs my body, which has been left out on the bed, and head for the ensuite.
I stop, though, as I pass the dark wooden dresser – a new one considering Varius broke the original when he threw it across the room a few days ago. The contents inside are still the same, however, so I yank open the top drawer, grab the stuff I want, then head into the ensuite.
I don’t need him for a release.
All I need is a toy. That’s all his dick is to me right now anyway.
