The sensation was truly mesmerizing as his sandalwood scent infused me.
As was the feel of him crowding me.
It should have technically been interpreted as a move of threatening dominance, given the positioning, but it wasn’t with him and his gentle nature. Instead, it was his hunger inundating me and colliding with mine.
I only just barely had the wherewithal to snap my fingers and send a spark of my citrine magic at the door to seal it shut.
Movement outside in the corridor drew my attention and I smiled inwardly when I managed to discern the source. It wasn’t difficult to do even in my distracted and rather discombobulated state, because the rage coming off the voyeuristic culprit was so stark that it easily gave him away.
And it was that rage and his despicable sense of entitlement that had me considering forgoing re-erecting the privacy ward around the room.
“Winter… the privacy ward is down and—”
He licked my jawline again, sending a shock of the most incredible freezer burn sensation through me. “I don’t care.”
Had he felt the interloper too? He didn’t possess animal sensing like me, but he could feel familiar magic.
I frowned. “You’re certain?”
“Yeah.” A sweet little smirk pulled at his lips. “You?”
“Fine with me.”
Let him hear.
Let him know.
Let him feel in his bones what his deplorable behavior toward Winter had cost him.
“Do it again,” Winter breathed against my throat, a soothing coolness bathing my skin as little puffs of his frost were expelled as his need briefly commandeered his supreme control. It was absolutely invigorating.
I gazed up at him, feeling my eyes hooding, and morphing to their serpentine form in shape and also color, the usual gray giving way to a yellowy-green.
I was rewarded with awe and intrigue.
However, that wasn’t what he’d asked for.
I grasped his hands pressed to the wall either side of my head and called my scales forth.
A delighted sound escaped him as he took in the black snake scales laced with glowing citrine veins that formed a pattern reminiscent of a cobra’s markings.
He turned his hands and ran his fingers all over them, surprised once again at the fact that they were actually smooth to the touch, yet also capable of withstanding a great deal of damage. I’d called them to my right hand as we’d emerged from The Caverns and grasped his hand to teleport us to my dorm suite, because I’d needed to test his reaction to them—I’d needed to make it clear what he would be dealing with. He already knew of my petrification ability and my venom, but this was lesser known, and one such ability like those other two that could be viewed as unappetizing.
But not only hadn’t he been put off, he’d been rather taken with it.
As he was further demonstrating now.
“Oh, yeah,” he uttered on a highly aroused breath. “So incredible.”
I freed my right hand from his grip and reached out, running my thumb over his bottom lip. As a little groan escaped him, I exerted more pressure, enjoying the cooling sensation of his soft skin against my currently scaled pad. He opened his mouth and I pushed inside, stroking over his tongue.
Mischief danced in his eyes, then he licked it.
And he didn’t stop there.
His tongue swirled around voraciously, and he alternated between that and nipping at my thumb.
“Curses,” I breathed, freeing my other hand and digging my fingers into his hip, jerking him tighter to me as we both undulated against one another.
