As if she knew his thoughts, Syla leaned her head back onto his shoulder, her hair tickling his neck, the curve of her breasts drawing his eyes.
“Your offeristempting,” he admitted, his voice husky now. Bloody daggers, she could affect his libido instantly.
“But you won’t take me up on it. Instead, you’re taking me to your odious brother to be questioned.”
“He’s not odious,” Vorik said, though his gaze lingered on her chest. He wanted to lift a hand to hold her, to stroke her. “He’s sworn to do as our chiefs order and try to achieve what’s best for our people.”
“He tried to kill me.”
If Jhiton could be believed, he hadn’t been shooting to kill Syla, but Vorik doubted she would care.
“You’ve tried to kill him too,” he offered instead. Maybe she would be reasonable and consider Jhiton’s reaction fair. “Three—no, four times, I believe. He’s been counting.”
“I regret that I’ve missed him every time.”
“Would you really want to deprive me of my only remaining brother?”
“In a heartbeat. I hope you’ll forgive me if I try to stick a dagger in his chest while I’m a prisoner in your camp.”
“Oh, he expects it. I regret to inform you that I’ll have to do my best to keep you from acquiring such a weapon.” He eyed the medical kit that she clutched in her lap, the strap loose over her shoulder. He’d seen her draw scalpels, scissors, and other edgedtools out of it, as well as concoctions that she’d flung at the giant bugs that had tried to kill her. He smiled at the memory.
“I’ll cheerfully claw his eyes out with my bare hands.”
“I can’t believe you’re saying such things while you’re snuggled in my arms, and I…” Vorik was aroused. Maybe he shouldn’t admit that when she was his prisoner, but they were close enough that she could tell anyway.
“Keep looking at my chest?” she offered when he didn’t finish.
“It is magnificent.”
And it arrested his attention, especially a pert nipple pressed against the fabric of her dress. He didn’t think she could be aroused, but…
Head still leaning back on his shoulder, Syla took his hand and guided it up to cup her breast. She watched him with rapt eyes, her full lips parted, as if she wanted nothing more than to kiss him.
A surge of hot desire swept into his groin, and he didn’t hesitate to hold her and stroke her while wishing he could remove her dress. Her eyes closed as she shifted into his touch, as if she didn’t care that they were enemies and wanted nothing more than for him to pleasure her. He couldn’t resist lowering his mouth to hers, kissing her eager lips. And she responded with such passion that it startled him even as it aroused him further.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Syla?” he asked between kisses. “I know you can’t be happy with me.”
“I’m not,” she said agreeably, lifting her fingers to trace his jaw, her delicate touch as arousing as her steamy kiss. “But I might get over being perturbed with you if you took me somewhere besides your camp to be interrogated.”
By the eyes of the moon, he wanted to do exactly that. Especially when she shifted her weight, wriggling back into him, making him painfully hard with desire. Withlust.
“Where would you like to go?” he whispered, that husky rasp in his voice again.
“Anywhere that we can be together,” she said.
She arched her breast more fully into his hand and watched him over her shoulder, her magnificent stormy eyes finding him through her spectacles. The wind tugged at the hem of her dress, and he lowered his hand to the bare thigh it revealed, sliding the fabric upward. He trailed his fingers along her exquisite flesh, her softness a contrast to his rough callouses.
She moved her medical kit aside and shifted her legs apart in invitation. He slid them along her inner thigh, finding the heat of her core, stroking her through her underwear.
She gasped and pushed into his hand. Her naked desire for him excited him, as it always did. Asshealways did, and he rubbed her even as he debated where he couldtake her so that they could join. Where they could enjoy each other’s company in private and then… afterward, maybe he would allow her to escape. That was what she wanted, and he knew she was using her body to try to get exactly that, but he didn’t blame her, not for a second. He had only kidnapped her to save her life. He’d never wanted to deliver her to an interrogation session. Let his brother find the shielder chamber on his own.
But they were flying over the ocean toward the coast of Froha, toward a stormer camp where the Sixteen Talons and all of his tribe waited. Unless he redirected Agrevlari to the north or south, to land elsewhere on the coast, there was no place where they couldjoin.
“Vorik,” Syla moaned with longing, moving against his hand, damp through her underwear.
Her breasts shifted as she writhed, and he had to close his eyes to keep a modicum of control, to keep from tearing off her dress so he could have full access to her. With each passing second, he longed more and more to pull her into his lap and take her right there, while they flew a thousand feet above the sea.
With his lust flaring, he growled, the notion filling his mind. He rocked into her, his cock so eager that it might tear through his trousers.
