He nodded but didn’t look at me. I studied him before walking deeper into the cave and curling up on the ground. I didn’t find it unpleasant; after years of sleeping on hell rocks, this smooth, gold bed was soft and fluffy.
Resting my head on my hands, I tried to keep my attention focused on the wall, but after a few minutes, my eyes shifted back to him. I was trusting one of the horsemen to watch over me and protect me while I slept, and I didn’t feel one ounce of trepidation about it. I’d denied him multiple times, and he was probably still pissed about last night, but I had no doubt he would protect me. Things had changed so much over the past month.
I couldn’t stop my ravenous gaze from running over his broad shoulders and powerful physique. When that hunger blazed to life inside me again, I shoved my hand into my mouth. Biting down, I drew blood, but the sting helped bury some of my lust.
It was going to be another restless night.
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Wrath
I dideverything I could to ignore Bale’s whimpers, but when she whispered my name, I couldn’t stop myself from looking at her. She lay on the ground with her hands beneath her head and her knees drawn up to her chest. Her mouth parted as she murmured something I couldn’t understand.
This dream was all her own doing; I had no hand in it, but I was still there. The knowledge she dreamed of me almost drew me away from my post, but after last night, I’d vowed she would come to me next time, and I would uphold that vow. I wouldnotbe rejected by her again.
Still, listening to my Chosen murmur my name and being unable to do anything to ease her was one of the worst forms of torture I ever endured. Rising, I rested my hands against the wall as I willed myself to remain where I was. My shoulders hunched forward as Bale’s moan caused my growing erection to strain against my pants.
I almost unbuttoned my pants and took hold of myself to release some of the strain, but I already knew it would only leave me more frustrated. My hand fisted against the wall.
I had to keep my ability suppressed. I couldn’t alert Mytaz to where we were, but Bale was tearing me apart. Unable to control it, flames sputtered to life at the tips of my fingers. I tried to extinguish them, but when I failed, I walked away from the entrance and stalked deeper into the shadows.
Slipping into the darkness and moving past Bale, I stopped twenty feet away from her and rested my hands against the cold, smooth wall as I sought to regain control. My shoulders hunched up as a bellow built in my throat.
I couldn’t recall the last time my ability felt this out of control, but Bale was pushing me to the edge, and I had no idea what kind of savagery I would unleash if I went over.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Bale
I joltedout of my dream of being locked securely in Wrath’s arms as he was about to enter me. For a second, I lay on the floor with my eyes closed and wished I was back in my dream, finishing what we started. I’d give anything to escape the constant ache of my body that the dream only intensified.
However, I couldn’t spend the rest of my life sleeping so I could avoid Eldorata and Wrath. Slowly, I opened my eyes and frowned when I noticed light and shadows flickering over the walls.
What the…?
Then I realized fire was causing the strange light.Wrath!Is he in trouble?
I bolted upright and turned toward the flames. I spotted Wrath fifteen feet away with his hands resting on the wall and his shoulders hunched up to his ears. Flames covered his arms to his elbows. The thick, corded muscles of his forearms and biceps bulged, and the veins stood out as he kept his head bowed and his legs braced apart.
I glanced nervously toward the entrance, but darkness still engulfed it; the glow of his fire didn’t spread far past me. He was far enough away from the opening that his flames couldn’t be seen outside.
His power undulated against my skin as torment emanated from him. I had no idea what had caused this unraveling in him, but he must have sensed my attention as his head turned toward me. My breath sucked in when I saw the red and orange fire burning his eyes.
His lips skimmed back to reveal fangs he bared at me. Fangs that he would sink inside me while marking and claiming me as his. I didn’t recall thinking about rising, but I was suddenly on my feet and stepping toward him before I stopped myself.
I was desperate to ease his savage longing, but when I started toward him, he snarled at me, “Don’t come any closer.”
I stopped as reason started to return to my frozen brain. If I went to him now, there would be no turning back, or I could continue to deny us until one of us snapped. Looking at him now, that was going to happen sooner rather than later.
Or I could give in and discover what it was like to be with my Chosen. And considering there was a good possibility we might not make it out of this, I didn’t see any reason not to let us go out on a happier note.
If we survived this, I would deal with the consequences after. And those consequences would be bad, but that future might never happen. All we had was right now, and each other.
This time, there were no doubts in my mind as I sauntered toward him. I grasped the bottom of my shirt, pulled it over my head, and tossed it aside. The flames in his eyes leapt higher when they latched onto my breasts, swaying back and forth while I walked.
“Did you enter my dream again tonight?” I asked.
Those fiery eyes met mine again. “No. I have to be asleep too for that to happen.”
