We crashed, smiles, teeth and gasps as his hands searched my body. The heat spread through me wilder than the fires of Trespia. I couldn’t take this. I needed him. I’d always needed him. It took all my effort to push him away.
‘Your rooms,’ I said through heavy breaths.
He smiled, nodding, as my fingers slid into his hair, pushing the unruly locks out of his eyes before it promptly fell back. Hepressed another hard kiss to my bruised mouth and, gripping my hand, dragged me towards his rooms.
After a few steps, I realised Pablo wasn’t by my side. I halted and turned, ready to call him.
‘Leave him.’ Matthias reached around me, his hands on my hip, his mouth landing on my neck. ‘For his sake, leave him.’
I turned into the kiss and we collided with the wood of his door. My trembling fingers sought out the buttons of his shirt while he fumbled with the door handle. He cursed under his breath as his hand slipped, before, with our hearts pounding, the door flew open. We fell through, his dark chuckle warming my jaw, and?—
‘Hey!’
We spun apart, chests heaving, clothes askew, meeting the wide-eyed stare of a grinning Ifan. He swayed in the centre of Matthias’s entrance lounge.
‘What the fuck?’ I asked as the reek of alcohol – a lot of alcohol – hit me.
Ifan smiled widely, the sight cooling the heat of my body.
‘Evella hates me,’ Matthias mumbled under his breath as I spotted a short table, laden with a variety of foods.
‘Oh.’ Ifan belched. Matthias ran his hand down his face, while his brother brandished a bottle of something pungent in one hand, and what appeared to be a sandwich in the other. ‘I am…I am so…sorry…Sorrio, Sorrow.’
Matthias groaned as his brother flashed a rather creepy smile. I shook my head. No. Ifan wasn’t going to ruin this for us.
‘Out,’ I hissed.
‘But.’ He lurched suddenly, almost losing his footing and waving the damned sandwich in the air. ‘I made him a sandwich, Sorrow. A. Sandwich.’
‘I don’t care if you made him a five-course feast. Out.’
Whatever Ifan had used as the filling slopped onto the floor next to him.
‘Just,’ he said, crouching and attempting to scoop it up and return it to the bread. ‘Just wanted to say sorry.’
I turned on Matthias, my heart sinking at the expression on his face. I knew that look. His jaw worked as an apology shone in his eyes. Pablo dived between his legs, lunged at Ifan, grabbing the sandwich. Matthias closed his eyes as Ifan attempted to stand, brows furrowed at his now empty hand.
‘Really?’
My husband’s gaze swung between me and his brother, before he let out a frustrated groan.
‘Listen,’ he grabbed my shoulders as I crossed my arms, ‘I can’t leave him like this.’
I set my jaw. Was he truly going to choose his brother over me? He leaned in close.
‘You go to your rooms, wait for me. I can’t leave him like this, Sorrow, I can’t.’
My shoulders slumped.
‘I’ll be ten minutes. Twenty tops.’ He moved forward, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip. ‘Let me make sure he’s settled. I’ll pop him on the chaise longue with a blanket and then’ – he pressed a lingering kiss to my lips, my core sparking once more – ‘then we can finish this. We’ve got all night, Sorrow.’
He flashed that smile again. I rolled my eyes as Ifan searched under a chair for the lost sandwich.
‘Fine, but don’t be too long or I’ll just go to sleep.’
A fire burned, spreading low as Matthias lay a final kiss to my lips.
‘I know we’re supposed to rest,’ he said before yet another kiss seared my mouth. Ifan crashed into the table, and I groaned. ‘But you won’t be getting much sleep tonight. Ten. Minutes.’
