Volt’s midnight gaze meets mine, approval radiating in his depths. “Let’s discuss it while we eat,” he suggests. “Caius packed a meal for us in the baskets since Clove and I went all day without food.”
Her stomach rumbles in response, making my lips twitch. “A sound idea,” I reply, reaching out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.
There’s a glimmer of disappointment still lurking in her features, confirming she’s still sour with me.
But I’ll make it better.
After we eat.
24
CLOVE
Volt gave me a shirt.
Then he fisted my hair and tilted my head back to examine my neck, his gaze intent as he bent to kiss the mark he left on my throat.
My skin still tingles now with the memory of the pleasure chasing away the pain.
A logical part of me is aware that I should be pissed at him for pulling a knife on me, but my wolf is too intrigued to allow that logical part to gain purpose.
Not once did I feel threatened beneath him. The tension in his body told me he was very much in control.
And the hardness pressed up against my core told me he was also very aroused by the position.
The whole display of power somehow kept me grounded. It made me feel safe despite the lethal blade against my skin.
He didn’t use silver on me, just steel.
Maybe I would have felt more fear had it been the latter.
Regardless, I’m fascinated by the way my body responded to his. There was no fear, only mild interest.
And a hell of a lot of anger over the punishment they gave me for “lying.”
However, I understand the reason behind their reaction—they value honesty. And saying I was fine qualified as a lie because emotionally, I’m not fine. I’m scared that I won’t go into heat the way they need me to.
They’ve introduced me to a world I never knew existed.
It would be just my luck for my Nantahala heritage to prevent me from truly embracing this new existence.
Volt brings a fork to my lips, telling me to “Open.”
I comply, allowing him to feed me.
I’m not sure if he’s apologizing for his knife or demonstrating the benefits of healing pain with pleasure. Likely the latter.
There’s a heat to his gaze that’s been there since I shifted back into human form. It intensified when he placed his weapon at my throat. And it’s simmering now, like he can’t wait for whatever he has planned for dessert.
Tieran is thoughtful and quiet beside him, his focus on our meal. He hasn’t spoken much since agreeing with Volt that we should eat.
We’re all sitting on the bed, but there are only two plates.
Tieran isn’t eating.
Neither is Volt since he’s too busy feeding me. Although, he sneaks in a few bites here and there.
These males confuse me. They were angry before, doing their best to punish me for being dishonest. But the moment I explained my view, Tieran softened with understanding.
