A strange sound came from the bathroom.
My brows inched together. All my senses alert and cast wide.
It came again, this time pitched much lower, rumbling from Graysen’s throat, gruff and fierce with need.
A growl.
A demand.
A call.
The resonant sound trembled through stone, wood, and plaster, vibrating along my fingertips until it buzzed beneath my skin.
Merciless craving.
Cruel desire.
I clapped my hands over my ears, but the sound pulsed relentlessly through me. The threads of magic that tied us as one cinched harder. So did the whispering silk of midnight and sunshine, of wyrm and tamer. And beneath it all, something intrinsicallyusand much simpler—strands spun from shadow and light, a boy and a girl. My breath hitched. Every thought emptied but for that growl, rich and commanding.
And then I was lost.
Completely lost.
I drifted forward, leaving the safety of my room behind. My body felt weightless, moving through a dark space between worlds where nothing could stop the trajectory I’d set in motion. The bathroom greeted me with a rush of tumbling steam that clung to my dress, making it damp and tight against my skin. Heat radiated from the stone floor, warming the soles of my feet. Graysen stood with his back to me, one arm half hidden, moving in a short, jerky rhythm.
A dark warning twanged through me as I sucked in heady lungfuls of tamer-laced air. Before I could stop myself, I inhaled greedily, chasing the sensation of walking through a storm-drenched forest. Each breath softened my will, loosening the last threads of resistance until I felt undone.
My world dimmed at the edges, and everything else ceased to exist but us andthis.
Quiet, quiet, quiet…
I stalked around him, my footfall silent, keeping away from the seeping water. I watched with bright, curious intensity, my breathing coming quicker as that tantalizing heat built between my thighs, its burning sting an achingly sweet torment I knew only hecould ease if I welcomed his body inside my own.
I want, want, want…
Eyes closed, Graysen was lost somewhere inside his head as water poured from above, striking his body and sending spindrift spinning through the air like the outer bands of a cascading waterfall. Steam-filtered light glinted off his gorgeous, parted mouth. The lines in his features deepened as if he were in agony.
I couldn’t stop watching him.
Wanting to touch him.
Beads of sweat trickled down the valley between my breasts, and my nipples pinched tight. Want ignited, then blazed like an inferno. I wanted to scrape my teeth down neck, feel it tighten against my lips as he swallowed, then groan. Lick a curved line of fiery ink. Dip my tongue into the hollow at his throat. Press a kiss upon ruined skin and delight in his gasp. I wanted to feel the rapid beat of his heart thudding against my open mouth.
Water ran over his skull, sifting through the wet locks of hair, and rolled down his torso. The light smattering of dark hair plastered to his lower stomach enticed my gaze down, down, down…to those fingers clenched around that thick, impressive length. The full arm sleeve of wyrmfire and Ukkenskrit inked tales shifted minutely as tendons and muscles flexed and bulged as he tugged obscenely fast, almost angrily.
He growled, and the raw sound was a tremor through the thick, steamy air. Inflaming my body with its rich echo. A sonorous summons vibrating through my very soul.
And I responded with a soft, dulcet hum.
Stepping closer to reach through the rainfall, I watched in dreamy fascination as his muscles twitched in response to my hand stroking downward to follow the graceful curve of his spine but never touching. The intense awareness between us sparked with a zinging electricity, practically crackling and spitting through the conduit of water.
The creases in his knuckles went white as he flexed his fingers and pushed harder at the stone wall. Feral tension entered his limbs and the surrounding air.
My gaze drifted hungrily along the sublime lines of his glorious body.
Black ink contrasted beautifully against golden-bronze skin.
He looked dangerous and filthy hot as his fist furiously beat his cock.
