Page 57 of Obsidian and Frost
I lifted a shoulder. “A few strands of your hair.”
“What? How did you—”
“During our delightful encounter when you slammed me up against that tree and were all over me.”
“Shit, you’re something else.”
“That I am.”
He scrubbed his hand over his face. “Do you have anything to drink? Something to take the edge off and hasten me calming down?”
“Hasten it so that you can take your leave of me?”
Instead of addressing my question, he pushed, “Well, do you? I’m figuring it’s gonna be some fancy wine shit.” He looked around the space, frowning. “Although, that whole fancy edge has been called into question with this hovel being your home.”
“Hovelis a little harsh. It’s off the radar. That’s what matters.” I pushed away. “I used to drink Scotch, but it’s been a while, and I don’t have any here,” I said, making my way toward the kitchen. “I’ll make you some blackcurrant tea. It possesses soothing properties.”
“Can’t you just conjure the Scotch?”
It was my turn to deflect. “The tea will suffice.” I added over my shoulder, “Would you like to talk about what happened tonight—both situations?”
I was just about to step into the kitchen when a rush of air had me spinning around, just a second before I was slammed up against the adjacent wall, Lazriel growling and pinning my arms down at my sides.
“Why are you doing this?” he demanded, making me wince as he dug his nails into the flesh of my arms, which were unfortunately exposed thanks to my decision to wear a tank tonight forThe Fadeinstead of my usual hooded coat.
At least it wasn’t his claws.
Small mercies and all that.
Although, coupled with a little pleasure and other stimulation, I’d be game for that.
“Because I can. Because I know what it’s like to carry this anger that infuses all that you do, all that you are. I know what it’s like to want to let it all out, but to be frozen in place at the same time, when the barrier seems insurmountable. I didn’t have anyone to guide me, to see that in me, to understand it. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”
His gaze locked with mine.
The tension was heavy… and painful. So very painful for him.
“And, you know, there’s also the fact that just the thought of fucking you makes me rock fucking hard every single time I lay eyes on you.”
He snarled and ripped me off the wall, just to slam me against it again.
And then he smashed his mouth to mine and took me in a devouring kiss.
I rose to it instantly and that fury melted into passion and desperate need as I thrust my tongue into his mouth and we dueled fiercely.
The thrill of it escalated magnificently as he started rutting against me, ripping his nails free and swallowing my cries with his mouth, and then fisting his hands in my hair, holding me to him, oh-so needy.
He pulled back, grasping my arms again, and breathing heavily, looking so fucking torn up. “I’m not supposed to want this.”
“That’s learned behavior. You grew up in a heteronormative environment in that wolf pack of yours. They already reviled and rejected you for being part vampire. You couldn’t allow them to see this in you as well—isn’t that right?”
He nodded slowly.
I freed my arm from his grip with a spark of magic and grazed my fingers across his stubbly cheek. “You’re not living inthat repressive environment any longer. You’re out on your own. You’re free. As I said before, time to start acting like it, no?”
His eyes blazed gold with his wolf side and it came right along with a hiss from the vampire.Mmm.
He wrenched my hand off his face then slammed it to his cock, actually managing to startle me at the brazen move, considering everything.
