Page 27 of The Endless Dance

I steel my spine. He was going to win this little stare-off one way or another. Did I let him win by reminding me where I stood with him? Or by being the strong, independent woman I was and letting him see me as intimately as anyone ever could? There really wasn’t much of a choice.

I keep my eyes firmly on his as I emerge from the water, shoulders back and chin high. At first, his sparkling eyes don’t drop from mine, but the more of my body I expose, the harder his eyes get and he seems to lose the battle within.

He relishes my body like it were a prized possession, a formidable foe, and an exotic dancer all at once. His expression turns ravenous, and his canines elongate as his mouth parts in what I could only describe as a silent growl. He stands ramrod still, like a statue, as my feet finally meet the tickling grass that skirts the pool.

My eyes drop to my discarded clothes, but I decide against stooping to put them back on. I was putting on a display for the High Lord, answering his challenge, but I think the delicate balance we had would break if I had to bend over in front of him.

I continue past the High Lord without looking at him, but I feel his tense energy as I pass all too near, yet so far away.

My earlier assumptions about the magical forest turn out to be correct, as I come around the other side of the fauna and find my open door awaiting me not twenty yards ahead.

My shoulders relax instinctively, and my steps quicken. Now that I was out of his line of vision, everything came crashing back to me in glaring clarity. My heart is hammering in my chest, and my stomach feels somewhat queasy, yet burning hot and empty. Ugh! Why the fuck was I turned on right now? Was this some sort of new kink I’d discovered? A particularly unique touch of foreplay?

Doesn’t matter. I was out of sight and out of reach, and I was so ready to climb into bed and forget what I’d just fucking done.

Yet the moment my fingers touch the semi-ajar door, my hands are seized. I am swung around in a blur; my back slammed against the door frame and a solid wall of trembling fae male presses against my front.

I gasp at the feel of Lord Draekoh’s body vibrating against my own. Every taut muscle, every rapid heartbeat, every breath—I feel it all. My neck tips back on instinct as Draekoh’s nose trails a line of temptation from my ear to my collarbone, and a breathy moan leaves my throat.

Draekoh’s hold on me tightens.

“Little Bird, you are walking a dangerous line right now.” His voice is gravel and heat, an invitation and a restraint.

My breath shudders. “You are the one who waited for me to leave the pool,” I gasp.

A deep growl reverberates through Draekoh’s body and straight into mine, ricocheting in my very core.

“Do you know how breathtaking you are, Little Bird?” he says into my shoulder. One elongated canine nicks my skin gently, not enough to draw blood. “Absolutely exquisite. And so bold. Your charming little mouth, fuck, I wish I could silence it with my cock down your throat.”

He ducks suddenly, his movements quicker than I can track, and before I know what I am even feeling, his hot tongue retraces the track of a droplet of water, starting from my belly button and traversing up between my breasts.

I gasp, chest heaving, but the sensation is gone again too quickly. Oh, hells, I wanted more. That tongue promised things no tongue should ever promise a woman unless it could follow through with it. And oh boy, I think the High Lord could do just that.

“Your blood sings to me, Delta,” he continues, fisting my hair and tugging my head to the side non-so-gently. His teeth graze my skin again, slightly harder this time.

I whimper, fully intent on letting the High Lord do whatever he wished to me. My body tingled in all the right places, my upper thighs were soaked, and my pussy fucking throbbed. It was time to end this endless dance of ours.

“Draekoh,” I moan, my hands reaching to grasp his firm shoulders, to pull him closer, to rub against him like a damn cat in heat. To beg him to bite me.

And then he was gone.

I blink, and the firm, hot, trembling weight of him is all but a memory. I stumble forward and gasp. What the fuck? I glance towards his door; the retreating male has firmly slammed it behind him.

“What the fuck, Draekoh!” I scream. I storm to his door and jiggle the handle. Fucking locked. I slam my palm against the door. Then my fist. “Fucking ouch!” I hiss.

I stare at his door with lethal fury running through my veins before turning and storming back to my room.

I fall onto my bed without getting dressed, absolutely fuming. With him. With my body; fucking traitorous hussy bitch of a thing!

It takes an age to calm myself down enough to process what the hell had just happened.

What the actual fuck was that? That was intense. Electric. Pure fucking heat and unexplored passion. And the bastard ran away like a fucking virgin at an orgy. I was beyond angry, and yet I was also hurt. Was it because I was human? Did I disgust him? Hell, the male sought me! He chose to Hunt me. Everything that has happened since I came here has been on his whim. What was his endgame?

Eventually, I fall asleep—Moreso due to emotional exhaustion than anything else. But even through all the fury and hurt, my body begs me for release. Just a couple of swirls on my clit and I’d be done.

I don’t give in.

Chapter Eleven