“I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” Aerolus said quietly, his face ominously devoid of expression. Even his body language was too still. I sensed a wallop of danger coming from my Wind Mage.
I took a small step away, disguising my subtle retreat by turning my back on Aerolus, as if to study the mess in my home.
A costly mistake.
Before I could take a second step, hard arms wrapped around me and whisked me back to Seattle. Not into Trudy’s house, but into Storm Lord central next door.
Chapter 9
Aerolus
The little witch.
Standing squarely in the middle of my bedroom in Seattle, I stared at Alandra, aware I’d never felt so charged about anything. When my father passed into the Light, I’d been sad but steady, a rock for my mother to lean on. When the Netharat had invaded my homeworld, I’d felt anger, but beyond that, a calm that kept me focused on what to do.
Now I seethed with resentment, frustration, and unrequited lust. The conniving, scheming Aellei glaring at me made me feel like half a man.
And no one — no one — talked to Prince Aerolus Storm like that without dire consequences.
I said nothing and waited. Alandra blushed and thrust her chin out, as if daring me to take a swing. But underneath her bluster, I sensed arousal and a wind of nerves.
Her nipples poked through her silken dress. The pale skin of her belly shone like a beacon, captivating me despite my anger.
I took a step closer.
She backed up.
With a smile that had her scowling, I brought her to me on wings of air. I should have been ashamed of causing her alarm, but the woman had challenged me. I could do no less than give her what she wanted.
“Let me go,” she growled and tried to use energy to resist the bands of wind holding her hands to her sides and her legs spread, unable to move before me.
“Not yet, princess.” I had all kinds of ideas about what to do with such a pretty, helpless Aellei.
Seeing my interest, she blinked and swallowed audibly. Then she scowled again, looking fiercer than before.
I wasn’t sure if she was more mad at herself for being aroused or afraid — or maybe both.
“That’s right. I’m a princess,” she bragged. “Bow before me and I’ll forgive this impertinence.”
I chuckled, especially when she started smiling before forcing another frown.
Though she could have been lying, I didn’t think so. Her mannerisms, the way she commanded magic… My affai had royal blood. Wonderful. We now had something in common besides lust.
My cock pressed harder against my jeans, begging for a chance to feel her slick heat around me. Eyeing her sumptuous breasts, I licked my lips, hungry to enjoy what rightfully belonged to me.
By the Light, just thinking about what I wanted to do to her made me ache.
“Aerolus.” She dragged out my name, her tone a warning.
“Your royal highness, I’m curious about what all you can do.”
She narrowed her eyes.
I grinned, and she focused on my mouth. I had no intention of keeping my emotions in check around her, not like I did with everyone else. With my affai, I intended to behave as passionately as any Storm Lord warrior with a bride.
“Aerolus? You’re behaving…oddly.”
I rubbed at the fly of my jeans, immensely aware of how much I needed her right now. In any form. Which reminded me… “It seems to me that you can assume any shape you want to.” I looked at the curtained window of my bedroom facing Trudy Warner’s house. “But you couldn’t simply pop in to see me after I set that spell to keep you out.”
