He visibly flinches when his eyes meet mine. The heaviness of his brow shadows his green eyes as he seems to put a lot of effort into maintaining eye contact.
Wow. This is hard for him.
The way I square my shoulders juts out my chest a couple of inches closer to his impossibly warm body. My nipples harden, lessening the space just slightly more. He blinks so rapidly, you’d think it was a nervous tic.
“What do you want, Zilo?” My tone is huskier than necessary, but I can’t help but leave the innuendo in that phrase.
The gravel in his tone is nothing compared to how hard he clears his throat before speaking. “What are you doing up here, Cersia?”
Color me impressed. He sounds like his genuine asshole self.
“Clearly, I’m trying to seduce my beast out.”
Seduce. The explicit wordplay in my mind knows no bounds.
“By yapping around naked like a pissed-off Chihuahua?”
My eyebrows leap up in defense.
“By channeling my inner beast,” I correct.
“Your beast is a small demonic rodent dog?”
My mouth slaps open with disgust. “It is a fierce warrior of my Goddess Moon.”
A smile kisses his lips, and it melts the annoyance in me to see his jaded eyes soften for once in his hardened life.
“A fierce rodent, eh?” The callouses of his palm brush along my cheek as he pushes back my wind-blown hair.
And I’m suddenly speechless.
The reminder that fucking is the fastest way to lure out your inner shifter thrusts through my mind. It chokes up my throat, and I don’t even think I could breathe if I wanted to.
Because Zilo, he’s primal. He’s rugged and animalistic. And I’m suddenly aware that he’s very, very fuckable.
His calloused fingertips linger against the cool skin of my throat as his head dips down so low, the coarse strands of his beard tickle my cheek.
“Cersia,” he whispers in that delicious gravelly tone of his.
“Y—yes?”
My lashes flutter as my head tips back to feel his breath against my lips.
Time halts when we’re together. Goddess Moon shines just for us. The beat of the drums is now my pounding heartbeat.
And all that matters is this man and the way he’s holding me right now.
“Put your clothes on. Our queen requests our presence,” he says with a cocky smile.
And then he turns away from me on even, careless strides.
He’s out the carved stone door before I can even find my balance without the steadying feel of his body so close to mine.
I hate him.
Do you though?A taunting beast whispers at the back of my mind.
The Chihuahua cunt.
