My nose is practically touching said chest, and if I were to take a full breath my nipples would scrap against it too. That tug coils tightly within and the idea of dragging my chest down his makes my thighs clench.
A wisp of floral hinted berry sweetness wafts up and the chest before me vibrates.
“Take. Your. Hand. Off. Her. Now.”
The hand that had been resting on my shoulder disappears and for some reason hearing those words being snarled out heats a fire in my core.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to take a breath to calm myself but my nipples, which had sharped to points graze the chest in front of me. I dig my nails into my palms to center myself from the feeling but that fire in my core blazes hotter.
The body in front of me tenses and I clench my jaw and hold my breath to keep from moving.
“Get out.”
“Mr. Armani – “
“I will not repeat myself.”
There’s silence for a moment before, “Callahan. . . “
Then more silence, and then all the presences I had felt suffocating me disappear. All I’m left with is a warm fire and serene woods. Comfort and warmth. I’d breath in the scent but I can’t risk any more of my nerve endings being sparked.
The last presence here takes a step back from me. His voice much calmer and much softer than he had been speaking to the others.
“You can open your eyes now, firecracker.” He sounds like he’s smirking.
Twenty-Five
Callahan – Septmust 3
Pale pink eyes are exposed and I wonder why they’re no longer red like they were two days ago. Jullia had told me yesterday morning when I tried to see Mavyn that she was sleeping. One of her nightmares had taken over and there was no way to wake her from them.
So she had stayed with Asher again last night because of her screaming and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her. Thorne had said we were needing to meet with our fathers before we could do anything today so I was going to go to Mavyn’s dorm after.
Instead, I feel her right outside the room where our meeting is supposed to be held and I come out here to see this.
She doesn’t look any different. Doesn’t look manhandled – which is good for the guards since they’ll be allowed to stay living. But she is in pajamas and I can see clear blisters on her feet.
The thing inside me wants to crawl to the surface and make them all pay. No matter that my father is among them, it wants out.
Pink eyes slit at me and soft, plush lips part to speak words I can’t focus on. My blood is still rushing and my soul continues trying to jerk us closer. I inhale her sweet scent into my nostrils and resist the urge to moan at it.
I don’t know what caused her to react the way that she did, but what I would give to learn how to get this reaction from her again. I can practically taste her sweet scent, dipping to a berries and cream sweetness with her heady floral cut. Being aroused brings her earthier scent out more.
I at least wished I didn’t step away because her chest is heaving and her shirt is too thin. Her nipples would have continued scraping against my chest and the second I felt them I was as hard as stone. Even now, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.
Her hands go to her hips as she glares at me. “You better keep a lock on that devil of yours, Callahan.”
The way her lips roll over my name. I can’t help it as a moan slips out. Her pupils explode hearing it and for a moment I can see us against the wall. Her wrists in my hand above her head, her legs wrapped around my waist, my lips on her neck. I’d leave my own temporary marks until she allowed me to mark her true.
My gorgeous, gorgeous girl panting as I rubbed against her center and her berry and floral scent coiled into every corner of the room. Then I’d be on my knees for her. Peeling her pants off, and then her panties which I’d stuff into my pocket for safe keeping. She’d be dripping already.
I bet she’s dripping now.
With the way her pupils are swallowing up all the color but for a thin ring of soft pink. Her thighs have been clenched together and her nipples are cutting through her shirt like razor points. Oh, how I would love to flick my tongue over them. Again and again and again, and then I’d suck until dark marks were left over them.
A low rumbling growl comes from her as I focus on her eyes and expression. She’s still glaring at me and I can’t help my smirk. She looks too cute.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she huffs. Then she turns away and crosses her arms.
