But since there are no wolves tonight, we’re in our own rooms, and it’s not just loneliness that’s keeping me from sleep.
A pressing ache throbs within my lower body. Heat radiates from my core, and I rub my legs together in an effort to relieve the tension.
The thing about being surrounded by four incredibly sexy men but also dealing with ice zombies and a beastly curse is that there’s not a ton of time to enjoy them.
I take in a slow breath and trace my hands up my body. I’m wearing a cream nightdress that hugs tight to my soft curves, falling just above my knees. It’s got a cute little bow right at the bust, and lacey cap sleeves that show off the arms I’ve kept hidden away for years.
It’s a shame there’s no one to appreciate how pretty it is.
My palms clasp the soft fabric. My heart picks up pace, and a throbbing urgency circles deeper inside of me. This is strange. There’s something pressing about this lust, like it’s growing hotter and hotter without me even doing anything.
I close my eyes, turning my sight inward at this building desire. I can feel it… Rough hands, uneven breath. Not mine.
His.
Keldarion.
This lust is his.
Whatever he’s doing is affecting me. Traveling through that invisible mate bond that tethers us together.
I should try to ignore it. Instead, my bare feet pad across the floor, and I slowly creep out into our joint living space. Keldarion’s bedroom is on the farthest side. I peer through the dark. Everyone’s doors are closed, but there’s a thin line of light from underneath his.
Lust shoots up my body, and I stifle a moan by biting into my hand. I ache for something I’m not sure of yet. But as soon as I see him, I’ll figure it out.
I walk over and quietly turn the knob. “Kel—”
All the air leaves me. Keldarion’s lying on his massive bed on top of the blankets, his shape illuminated by the dim candle on the bedside table.
His huge body is laid bare, every inch of him covered in corded muscle. He looks like a work of art, reclining there with eyes closed, long white hair like a halo around his face.
One hand is under the back of his head, revealing every bulging muscle in his bicep. And the other… It’s wrapped tight around the enormous expanse of his cock. It curves upward, impossibly thick and achingly hard. A rush of pleasure flits through me.His pleasure.
The bed creaks with the movement of his hand rhythmically pumping up and down, a satisfiedslapeach time he reaches the base. I stumble forward as if drawn to him by an invisible string.
His eyes spring open, and his hand stills. He stares at me, a silent moment passing between us.
“You knew I’d feel you,” I whisper.
He draws his hand up his cock, so slowly. “I wondered.”
Breath comes ragged out of my throat as I quickly click the door shut and stumble to the edge of the bed. He does nothing to welcome me closer, nor does he chase me away. He just stares, face stern, and continues to coax his cock in a gentle rhythm.
“I can help you,” I whisper. I can’t decide where to look: at those beautiful eyes that seem to see through to my very bones, to his chest rising and falling with each precious breath, or to the monstrous girth in his hand.
The expression on Kel’s face… It’s not anger. It’s predatory. Like the rabbit has just wandered into the wolf’s den.
“Listen very carefully, Rosalina,” he growls. I notice his eyes have left my face and dip down to my low-cut bodice, to the thin fabric that shows the points of my breasts, the curves of my hips. “Do you remember when you first came to Castletree?”
“Of course.” I crawl closer, my hands on the edge of the bed now, right between his feet. His toes curl and stretch. He makes a feral sound, warning me not to get closer.
“You agreed to obey me, the master of Castletree. We no longer have a bargain. And we’re not in Castletree.” His voice is rich with dark promise. “But am I still your master?”
“Yes,” I answer without even needing to think. “Always.”
He pumps his cock quickly, satisfied. “Then you must do exactly as I tell you, and you must not act without my explicit instruction. Do you understand me?”
The ache inside of me has only grown as I jealously watch his hand touch what I so desperately want to be mine. “Yes, Keldarion,” I say. “But please don’t ask me to leave.”
