He’s smiling. This fucker is smiling at me because he thinks he knows what I’m thinking. And he’s completely right.
“Shut up,” I huff, yanking on a t-shirt from the same drawer, then pulling the towel off underneath.
He frowns when he realises he won’t get a show, and I grin. Now I just need to find some boxers—
I’m being manhandled again, and I don’t stop him, I simply let it be because I’m finally over his big shoulder.
Not exactly how I imagined it happening, but the heat curling in my lower stomach is exactly what I pictured.
Until I see the shadows stirring, reaching towards us.
“No!” I yelp, kicking my legs, and the darkness stops. “No, we’re not flitting. We’re staying right here!”
It’s very hard to sound commanding and threatening when you’re hanging over someone’s shoulder with your bare ass on display, but the shadows do pull away.
He grabs my waist, slowly lowering me down the front of his body, but my feet never touch the floor.
I point to the ground. “Stay here—” I tap his chest, then mine. “Both of us—” Then I nod at the bed. “Sleep.”
Any soft confusion once in his expression vanishes, and a shining glint emerges. A wicked spark in his dark gaze that ignites nervous flutters deep in my belly.
I’m airborne, thrown onto the bed. I bounce twice before I can even process it, and when I have, I see him.
Prowling towards me.
Oh. Fuck.
I scoot up the bed, pushing myself back with my hands and shaking my head hard. “No, Ezekial.”
He doesn’t stop. I know that look, and I feel his intentions, thick and dark and hungry.
He reaches the edge of the bed, knees dipping the mattress. My shoulders hit the headboard.There’s nowhere left to go.
And then he…
He starts to…
Crawlto me.
What the fuck is this? What cruel, cruel trick are the Goddesses playing?
I willneverpray to themagain.
If this was fully conscious Ezekial, maybe I’d allow this. Who am I kidding, I’d have been on my knees in the shower.
But thisEzekial? The version still half-lost to whatever took hold of him? Was he even present? Did he even know what he’s doing right now?
“Ze—Ezekial, listen to me,” I say, breathless.
Because he’s still crawling.
“Sleep.” I press my palms together, cheek to hands. “Me and you, sleep—”
His fingers curl around my ankle and I yelp when I’m yanked down, pulled underneath him.
I swallow, but don’t move, barely breathe.
What do I do? Would trying to escape make it worse? Like when Sai and Julien warned me not to run? Would it trigger his darkness further?
