“I’mbarelyholding it together.” His grip on my hair tightened. “You smell like sex.”
“Does that mean you liked it?”
“All I want is to do is fuck you until we both pass out.”
So damn blunt. “Well, we don’t have the time for that.”
“No, and it pisses me off. Not only do I have to ride you into war, but I have to tolerate other males being around you.”
I frowned. “So…the meditation didn’t work.”
He grunted. “Get to the damn tent.”
I turned, but not before he gave my hair one last tug. I walked quickly, boots crunching over the snow, trying to think as his footsteps crunched behind me.
The fae weren’t human. I had to keep reminding myself of that. They operated on different instincts. Vaeris had been possessive too. He’d been such a bastard during dinner with Henrik. I’d told myself that was just Vaeris being a controlling ass, but maybe it was something deeper.
Kairos reached the tent first. He pulled aside the flap and let me walk inside. The copper tub steamed invitingly in the corner, fragrant oils curling through the air. I shook off my cloak and headed straight toward the tub.
I knelt to unlace my boots, but my mind kept spinning. This wasn’t lust, it felt like threads pulling tighter when I looked at him. The sex was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I swallowed as I slid my boots off.
He approached, stopping behind me. “Getting washed?”
“Yeah. I feel like I’m wearing a league of dirt.”
Kairos found the laces at my shoulder, working themloose. His knuckles brushed my skin as the last knot came undone. Then the dress fell, pooling at my feet.
His sigh warmed my neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I smiled wryly. “I think I have some idea.”
I stepped into the steaming bath as he ripped off his trousers. He strolled around the tub, a spectacle of male beauty. Water spilled over the rim as he sank down, his chest touching my back. Only then did the wild edge riding him finally ease.
He massaged my scalp while his mouth traced kisses over my neck. So tender.
“Better?” I murmured.
“Much.”
I leaned against him. “You’re not going to tear anyone’s throat out?”
“I’m distracted at the moment,” he drawled. “But I can still hear them breathing out there.”
“That’s unhinged.”
“I warned you I wasn’t civilized.”
I bit on my lip. “Are all fae this…possessive?”
“No.”
“So this is just you?”
“Unfortunately,” he muttered, kneading my shoulders, “this isn’t something I can blame on my species.”
I arched a brow. “Then what is it?”
“It’s what you get for allowing a beast to court you.”
