He took a step forward.
Vaxan’s eyes morphed to their serpentine form, flaring with a mixture of his citrine magic and an underlying moss-green.
TheI-will-fuck-you-up-if-you-escalatewarning was clear.
Zayn clenched his fists, warring with it all.
Then he sarcastically dipped into a low bow and spoke to Vaxan snidely, “Your Majesty.”
To Vaxan’s credit, he didn’t respond, merely keeping his gaze steady.
Zayn then sucked in a choppy breath and turned away.
His gaze collided with mine.
And then he was headed straight for my desk, that storm of intensity following him over.Oh, fucking great.
“Trumped-up elitist fucking asshole,” he muttered to himself as he rounded me and slumped down heavily into the seat beside me on my left.
I breathed in his strong spicy scent that was a blend of cloves and cinnamon.
“You know he can hear you, yes? Basilisk hearing and all?”
He grinned at me. “Well aware,icicle.”
“Well, that’s not exactly the most mature—icicle?”
His grin widened. “That’s right.”
“You’re not calling me that.”
He turned to face me fully, propping his elbow on the desk, making my breath hitch as the action had him moving closer to the point where I could feel the heat from his skin—not just the sensation of the rage and volatility of his power while he was in a furious state.
Or, while hehadbeen.
He’d shifted on a dime since he’d sat down.
“Why not?” he asked. “It’s appropriate with your whole ice dragon heritage. And cute.”
“You call me that again, and I reserve the right to refer to you ashellion.”
His lips quirked. “Done.”
Well… that had backfired.
“You really get off on it, don’t you?”
He arched an eyebrow. “What? A raging hard dick and a warm, slick cunt?”
Whoa.
My lips parted.
He stared steadily for several moments.
And then he winked. “Nah, what were you getting at, Evira?”
I couldn’t answer right away.
