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My shirt flies over my head. My bra is no match for his determined fingers. Despite my batting hands, he flings both to the floor.
He stares at my breasts, his eyes dark with lust. “I warned you.”
I swallow hard. I’m half-naked in a hallway anyone could wander down. And all I can think about is having this hungry sexual beast inside me.
What the hell is wrong with me?
He grabs my wrists and pins them to the wall. My heart forgets to beat. My belly flips over. A dam bursts between my legs. I shiver.
“Shouldn’t you be training Bram and the others?”
His eyes narrow. “After you and I…talk.”
His mouth crashes into mine, flattening me against the wall with his body. My anger goes up in flames. I’m helpless to resist the heat flaring between us.
I don’t think there will be much conversation.
He kisses me like he’s ravenous, as if he hasn’t been inside me for twelve years, rather than twelve hours. I feel the same. I can’t stop it. I’m aching. He’s determined to make me whimper and beg for him—and I crave it.
He lifts away from my lips just long enough to strip off his shirt.
“Marrok…this is talking?”
He braces his elbows against the wall and pants, his hot breath steaming across my skin. “Aye. Eloquently.”
Yeah, but we aren’t communicating, and I shouldn’t let him sweep all this under the rug, no matter how my body wants to. “You think my father is helping Mathias and that I’m conspiring with him, don’t you?”
His fingers tighten on my wrists, pressing them harder against the wall. “He is your blood and you have longed to meet him, but we do not know him or his motives.”
“Answer the question, damn it. Is that what you think?”
Chapter Forty-Five
Marrok hesitates.
“I deserve a goddamn answer!” Torn between fury and tears, I shove against the mountain of hard muscle trapping me in place.
But with his musky heat enveloping me and his skin burning mine, I can’t find the strength—or the will—to push him away.
“As do I. He visits the morn after you meet, and suddenly an army of Anarki floods my door—”
“Whoever read my mind at Bram’s party betrayed the location of the diary to Mathias, not my father.”
“And now I discover you possess some emblem that unlocks the diary? You mentioned it not to me, but you told him straightaway. Have you anything else to hide?”
“I’m not hiding anything. I didn’t know what the damn thing was until he described it. It never occurred to me— Never mind, asshole.” Trying to ignore my weak-kneed lust, I do my best to wriggle away. “No matter what I say, you don’t believe me because I’m Le Fay.”
“Why confide in him?”
Seriously? “We won’t get the book unlocked and you uncursed unless we work with him. Don’t you get that?”
Marrok answers with a stony stare.
Whatever. I’m done arguing. “Let me go.”
“Nay.”
“Aye,” I mimic. “You can’t keep accusing me of Morgana’s sin. It’s not fair.”
