Tension throbbed between them, in time with theOrd-ree sealthat now pulsed like an ember on her, casting the storehouse in golden light. Fury swept over Lara. Oh, he was good with words. But how dare he say such things to her? Howdarehe? “No, youcan’t,” she snarled. She stepped forward, shoving him hard in the chest. To her surprise, he didn’t budge. It was like hitting a tree.
His gaze guttered. “To be fair … I did warn you that I wasn’t good enough for you.”
Lara barely heard him above the rush of blood in her head. Dizziness slammed into her. A crushing ache rose under her breastbone. “Get out,” she rasped.
He didn’t move.
“Leave, now!”
“Lara … I—”
The crack of her palm connecting with his cheek filled the storehouse. She followed that up with a punch to the stomach. He grunted an oath. “Ashes. You don’t—”
She stepped in then, her knee jerking upward, aiming for his cods.
Alar moved sharply back, avoiding the blow to his groin. She came after him, her fists pummeling into him.
And then, suddenly, she wasn’t hitting him any longer. She was kissing him.
26: INSANITY
SHE WASN’T SURE how it happened.
One instant, she’d wanted to blacken his eye and shove his teeth down his throat. The next, she was climbing her husband like a tree.
The kiss was fierce. Instinctive. And he returned it, his mouth bruising hers.
Their hands clawed at each other. A wild hunger flared between them, while theOrd-ree sealcontinued to pulse. They both ignored it.
Alar drew her lower lip into his mouth and sucked it before capturing her tongue and doing the same. Dizziness swept overLara. She scrabbled at his vest, desperate to touch the skin beneath. Their bodies writhed together, limbs tangling, and she felt him, hot and hard, pressed up against her belly.
Growling, Lara bit down on his lower lip.
Alar snarled a curse against her mouth.
She then ground her hips against his. Goading him.
Their hands tore at each other’s clothing now, even as their mouths remained locked.
Lara was vaguely aware of her tunic and under shift fluttering to the dusty floor, of the harness containing his daggers thudding against wood.
Her fumbling fingers burned to touch him. All of him.
Finally, they were both naked. Alar hauled her against him, his hands everywhere now, stroking, clutching, and squeezing. Frantic. Her fingers tangled in his still-damp hair. She then yanked his head back so she could bite his neck.
His gasp made excitement clutch at her lower belly. Reaching down, her fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking its proud quivering length. Her breathing caught. Gods, he was beautiful.
He groaned into her mouth, and she thrilled at the sensual sound.
This was madness, but she craved insanity.
She didn’t want to think right now—only to feel.
Their mouths attacked each other once more. Her hunger for him pounded through her, so fiercely now that her core started to ache.
Alar walked her backward so that she leaned up against the pile of stuffed sacks. The musty smell of oats embraced them. The rough sacking scratched her back, but she barely noticed. She was too busy sliding her hand up and down his prick,working him. Her stomach clenched once more as it grew harder still and swelled in her grip.
“Fuck!” He tore his mouth from hers. His teeth grazed the column of her throat, nipping the skin.
