Page 119 of Amethyst and Iron
“Lazriel,” I rasped.
“I’m fine.”
He eyed me as he fixed my bed covers into place, after he’d already gathered all my papers and journals that had been all over the floor. He’d even picked up my art supplies for my charcoal paintings which I’d knocked over when the flashes had first started happening a few days ago. “Thought you hated it when I gave you that bullshit line?”
“Yeah, well,” I said, taking another sip from my blackcurrant tea. I’d had a pot on earlier and he’d warmed it for me.
So, yeah, it had basically been non-stop for the last fifteen minutes since he’d walked in and found me there on the floor like a sniveling weakling unable to handle their own shit.
And that wasn’t me.
I couldn’t let it be either.
I was a trauma survivor. Not a trauma victim.
When Lazriel was upset or disturbed, he liked to act. Usually sexually, but also violently, hence his whole Graverunhobby.
The fact he hadn’t stopped moving and doing since he’d seen me in that state told me just how much it had rattled him.
He finished the bed, then turned to face me fully, folding his arms across his chest. “You should sit down. Your pulse is racing.”
I smirked. “As it should with you standing here in the flesh after so long. And in my bedroom, no less.”
He glared at me. “If you think you can dirty talk your way out of this—”
“I’m certain that I can. You’ve eye-fucked me three times in the last ten minutes.”
“Sounds like your own sexual appetite is skewing things. That was concern. Concerned looks I was sending your way.”
I put my tea down on my art desk and walked to him, closing the distance between us, and glad as fuck that there was no longer any shakiness, that I was no longer physically compromised.
Well, apart from the fact that I didn’t have my fucking magic.
“Mysexual appetiteis skewing things, hmm?”
“That’s right.”
“That doesn’t sound like you talking. Seems you’ve learned a few things while you were away. Remnant’s speech patterns, I presume?”
“Maybe. Who fucking knows right now after the mind-fuck that has been everything lately. But what Idoknowis that you are definitely not fine. But there is a way to—”
I pressed my fingers to his lips. “Shh. Let me just finally revel in you actually being here. It’s been too fucking long, babe.”
I took him in, those vibrant green streaks in his thick dark hair that made his steel-gray eyes pop. His biceps were bulging even as he just stood there in a black tank that pulled taut across his delectable abs, basically molded to all that pristine hardness and carved muscle.
Speaking of saidhardness,as my gaze swept lower and I took in his black jeans, it was brazenly clear just how turned on he was by this turn of events, the intensity flaring between us, being in the same space, up so fucking close, after far too long.
He had more scruff around his jaw than normal, giving him a bit of a harder edge.
He looked a little different, seemed a little different, actually.
More controlled.
But also relaxed.
So that control was no longer coming from intense repression of his vampire side.
Being with his fatherhadhelped him, then.
