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“Please don't leave me.” Her grasp tightened.
“I'm not going to.” What in the six hells was I getting myself into?
I knew I was supposed to get her back to her room and leave her there,by herself, but a bad idea I liked too much brewed in my insidious mind when she nuzzled her face against my chest and fell asleep. The gentle sound of her breathing was like listening to the ocean as its waves graced the shoreline.
I held her there for a few brief moments before scooping her up and carrying her to my bed—that was it,the bad idea.
I pulled back the sheets and laid her down, watching her head sink into the stack of pillows.
This wasn't how I'd imagined her in my fantasies, but here she was, live and real.
I decided to indulge temptation even more, so I shrugged out of my shirt but kept on my pants, then slipped in beside her and covered us both with the sheet.
Turning onto my side, I watched her sleep.
She was right. All those things she'd said were true. Except our relationship had stopped being about business from the moment I'd first seen her and claimed her as mine. Then this thing between us became a danger neither of us could control when my little prisoner started wanting to belong to me.
The worst part was I didn't want to fight it anymore.
All I wanted was her.
Chapter 38
Elariya
“The Softest War”
Istirred from a deep slumber and tried to move, but my head throbbed like a battlefield after the carnage.
A dull, aching hum thrummed behind my eyes, and my body felt like it didn't belong to me.
I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. My lids were sealed shut as if they'd been glued together. I took a breath and shuffled, wincing as every muscle in my body ached like I'd been trampled by a herd of wild horses. Then I made the mistake of swallowing and nearly gagged. My mouth tasted like I'd been chewing on an old leather boot. Gods, what had I eaten or drunk?
And where was I? The sheets beneath me felt different. Thicker. Richer.Wrong.
I'd gotten used to the cool linen of the bed in my borrowed room and the scent of fresh jasmine and freesia from the flowers Sirril brought in every evening. I smelled none of that now.
The scent tickling my nose was cedar and storms, and something distinctly male wrapped around me like a cocoon. It was the scent of him—Wolfe.
Was he nearby?
I hoped not. I couldn't deal with another run-in with him. Our argument in the garden was awful and hurt me more than I'd shown. Then the bastard avoided me for the last two days as if we had the luxury of time. Though I supposed he had time on his side. I did not.
Something pressed against my back, pulling my mind more into focus. Consciousness returned slowly, like surfacing from deep water. Then, as awareness crept in, I realized the thing I felt was a solid chest. And an arm draped possessively across my waist.
What in the hells?
I shuffled again.
That was definitely an arm. And the chest pressing into my back was undeniably real.
I pried my eyes open and found myself staring at an ornate ceiling I didn't recognize. Dark wooden beams stretched across the high ceiling, and a stained-glass window cast colored light across gray unfamiliar walls. This definitely wasn't my room.
I reached behind me, and my fingers came in contact with a chest. My breath stilled. Someone really was behind me.Who?
My fingers drifted lower to something long, hard, and thick. I squeezed.
“Woman, what thefuck?” groaned a deep, rough voice in my ear. “Unless you have other things in mind for my cock, you might not want to touch me there.”
