Page 52 of Conquering the King of Storms

Sirus slicked a hand over his hair, apparently not noticing his magic’s effect on me. “Let me clean you,” he said, his voice low again.

“Sounds great,” I managed. The words came out strangled, but he was already grabbing the soap.

Probably a good call.

I thought Sirus’s wind would slow down, but it was only moving faster.

“Soon I’ll have my face on your thighs, my teeth on your clit again,”the wind purred, even as that phantom hand stroked meagain. “Soon you’ll be tightening around my fingers, screaming at the force of the pleasure I bring you. Soon—”

Sirus’s hand landed on my cheek. “What’s wrong?”

I bit my lip hard. “Nothing.”

His nostrils flared.

That lie wasn’t going to work.

“Your magic is insane right now,” I admitted, still struggling for breath.

The wind halted abruptly.

Sirus stepped away.

The silence was far worse than it had been before we got in the shower, and I ached to have the wind back.

“I’m sorry,” he said, biting out the words. “I—”

I surged forward, grabbing him by the biceps. “Stop apologizing to me.”

He blinked at me.

“Just… stop. I don’t want your apologies, Sirus. I loved what just happened, okay? If you didn’t, just walk out of this bathroom, and don’t come back.”

Okay, that was dramatic of me.

I knew it was dramatic.

Really, we both should’ve been asleep already. But we weren’t, and I was being dramatic. It was what it was.

I surged onward. “You’re not taking advantage of me. If one of us is taking advantage of the other here, it’s me, because I have more experience than you. Do you think I’m taking advantage of you?”

He scoffed at me, like that idea was ridiculous. “Of course not.”

“Exactly. We got in this shower, and we got horny, and shit happened. That’s fine. We’re both adults. If we don’t want it to happen again, that’s fine too. It doesn’t have to. But fate paired us together, so I’m pretty sure this is the most natural thing that could happen between us.” I gestured from his chest to mine.

“It is,” Sirus admitted.

“Just tell me what you want, and stop thinking so much about—”

A knock on the door to the bedroom cut me off and had our heads both jerking to the side. “Storm?” Dove’s adorable little voice yelled.

“Fuck,” he muttered, then called, “In the shower! Give me two minutes.”

“Okay! I’m with Margo!” she shouted back.

His head turned back to mine. “You want me to start admitting what I want?” His voice was low and growly.

I jerked my head in a nod.

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