Page 31 of Conquering the King of Storms

“When there’s a plate of dessert in front of you, and you’re exhausted, can you convince yourself to eat just one bite?” He opened his eyes and stared at me with those piercing orbs.

“No.” I dragged a hand over the top of my head. “What if you just start running again? Or we jump in the water?”

“When your body tells you that you’re starving, does going for a swim remove the feeling?” His voice had lowered to nearly a growl.

“No.” I started fidgeting.

Shit, I already wanted him.

“Tell me what to do here, Sway. I can’t leave you; there are fuckingmonsterseverywhere. I can’t ignore you, or my body and my magic will take control. What can I possibly do in this situation that won’t break the tentative trust in me that you’ve started to build?” His words were near pleading.

And dammit, he was right.

There was no alternative.

My thoughts were both horny and frantic as I felt myself losing control.

His wind was constantly talking about him tasting me—touching me—making me fall apart.

We couldn’t have sex while I was under the drug’s control; that would probably be wrong. But maybe he could just… take care of me?

Would that be a selfish thing to ask of him?

“I see your mind turning, Sway. Speak your thoughts.” Sirus’s voice was low.

“Your instincts will take over if you try to ignore them altogether, right?” I asked.

He dipped his head in a slow nod.

“What if you don’t? What if we don’t have full-out sex, but you just… touch me? Taste me? Would that work?” My voice sounded funny in my own ears, and a flood of heat had me rocking forward slightly.

Shit, I was going insane.

Absolutely fucking insane.

This was why I’d never done drugs.

If some people wanted to lose control, that was their choice, and I had absolutely no problem with it. But I wanted to be in control of my body, and my feelings, and…

Shit, what had I just been thinking?

“You’re going to be the end of me, Lainen,” Sirus growled. He tried to put another bite of food in my mouth, but I slid up onto his lap before he could. His erection was hard against my core, and fuck, I wanted him.

I was hot and needy, and he was there with me, like he had always been since I woke up in Bluhm.

And he was kind.

And huge.

And so damn sexy.

I slid my hands over his biceps, and his body tensed as I dragged them slowly down his pecs, and abs, stopping where our clothed bodies met.

When I scooted backward just a bit, my hands landed on the waistband of his pants, and he growled at me again. His massive hands caught mine, and held them where they were. “We can’t, Sway.”

“Of course we can,” I breathed. “We’re two consenting adults.”

“You’re on drugs, woman.” His words were fierce.

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