“It will be less innocuous when you’re kneeling naked in bed, with me behind you, and I demand you on all fours before I lick you from behind from front to back.”
There was no time to relish in her expression. I wasn’t quite finished.
“And when you do beg me to make you come with my tongue, I’ll bring you to the threshold and remind you who decides.”
I leaned forward, whispering into her ear.
“I do, Lyra. I decide when you come. How hard you come. And maybe, just maybe, if you beg loud enough, I’ll allow it.”
Being hard enough that it was painful was little price to pay to watch the ice lady thaw.
“When I do turn you over.” I swung my body in front of hers, planting a hand on each side of the rail, trapping her. “Dripping wet and calling my name, I plan to ride you so hard that every time you take a step the next day, you think of me.”
Our bodies were touching.
Our mouths so close that I only had to lean forward and claim her lips. Lyra would melt into my arms. But we couldn’t finish it. Not here. Not on this ship.
“Do you want that, Lyra?” I asked, my gaze holding her. “Do you want me?”
Her nostrils flared. She alternatively hated that I asked and craved to let someone else take the reins for once.
“Say it. Tell me you want me as much as I want you, Lyra.”
So proud.
This time, when I whispered into her ear, it was accompanied by the feeling of our bodies being flush together, her breasts pressing against my chest. No doubt she could easily feel the evidence of my desire.
Pinned against the railing, flush against me, Lyra could easily summon a wind gust with her fingers that could toss me over the side of the ship. Instead, she tilted her head, giving me better access to that pretty neck of hers. I took advantage, flicking my tongue first and then trailing a kiss toward her ear once again.
“Say. It.”
“I want you.”
I smiled against her ear. “Voren vel’kora,” I whispered. This time, it neither slipped out nor was spoken unintentionally.
This… thing… between us. It was more than lust. I’d desired women before. But this?
“Don’t mean to disturb,” Chaleo said behind us, “but we’re being approached.”
I didn’t jump back right away. Wouldn’t have at all, Chaleo be damned, but if we were being approached, it was likely my father’s men.
“We’ll finish this later,” I whispered finally, taking a step from Lyra and addressing the captain.
“Vel’kora dra’ven.”
I froze. Turned. The approaching ship forgotten.
Our eyes met.
“You know ancient Gyorian?”
“Of course.” A slow smile curved her lips. “You’re not the only one with dangerous secrets,myprince.”
22
LYRA
They were, indeed, King Balthor’s men. But they didn’t seem to be following us, as unlikely as it seemed. We watched, and waited, as the distant ship kept our course. Every so often, the captain grunted a few words, mostly unintelligible.
