“He cannot have any piece of you.”
“Why can’t I give him a scarf? Why in the names of all the gods would you care? We don’t like each other. At all. Remember?”
What can I say? She’s right. We both know it. But I’ll never be able to tell her why.
“We have a job to do,” I finally offer as a feeble excuse. “Neither of us can be distracted.”
“That is the most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard.” She turns toward the male, an apology on her lips.
But he’s done with her. “Get your man under control,” he bellows before storming out.
And that’s all it takes to smother every bit of lust in this room. They all turn their heads away from us. As attractive as she is, Sifa isn’t worth the trouble to any of them.
My savage is howling, wallowing in his victory.Settle down, I tell him.We’ll pay dearly for this.
He doesn’t care.
Sifa snatches the scarf from my grip, spins on her heel, and stalks away. My savage wants to follow, but I’m in control again. Barely. I let her go, waiting long enough to be sure she’s made it to her room before I find my own.
My mind, though, won’t let go. Since the first time I saw her, I’ve been trying to strip her image from my fantasies. Sometimes I can. Usually, I can’t. Tonight, it’s impossible.
I didn’t want to, but my eyes kept finding her as she rode. Now I’ve memorized every curve of her body. Her perky tits, ready to be licked and sucked. Her tight ass, shaped like a heart waiting to be held and caressed. Her full lips, made to be kissed.
Those images won’t leave me. And I give in to them. At last.
Letting her fill my mind, I reach down and release the tie on my pants. I’m so fucking hard. Just the thought of her has me ready to explode.
I’ve never let myself do this with Sifa in my thoughts. I’ve always squelched the desire she triggers in me.
If I’m going to do it now, I want to savor it.
So I go slow, imagining her hands touching me. My dick twitches in response, anxious to feel her fingers wrap around it. I’m gentle as I reach for it. She’d start that way, I’m sure. Getting to know me. Exploring my cock as it grows for her.
In my dreams, I can feel her body too. My palms start on her breasts, holding them as I taste her for the first time. She’s sweet, exactly as I knew she’d be. I take my time with her, kissing my way toward her center, watching as she opens up for me, invites me to suck that most intimate part of her. My name’s on her tongue as two fingers reach inside to find the spot that will make her squeal.
Claim her as mine.
That’s as far as I can go with any shred of control. When dreams of her cunt fill my mind, I lose it. My cock needs release. I stroke myself faster, her picture in my mind the whole time. The feel of my hand sliding up and down, sending little fires into every part of me as her face fills my thoughts, is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. The pressure builds in the most agonizing way. And then it releases in a rush. I actually shudder as waves of pleasure roll through me.
It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had, even with a female in my bed. Just the thought of Sifa—my stunning, infuriating, unattainable mate—excites and satisfies me more than any lover ever has.
But it can never be any more than this.
She’s not mine. She can’t be.
The cost would be too high.
Chapter nine
Sifa
I'm Clearly Losing My Mind
I’mwaitingforhim.Again. After last night, you’d think he’d try to be on time.
I still can’t believe what he did. That male only wanted to talk to me. Well, he probably wanted more, but he wasn’t going to get it. Fhord attacked him for just sitting at my table. Broke his front teeth. Wouldn’t even let me give him my scarf. Stood there staring at me like it was my fault.Bastard.
But by the gods, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I hate myself for even thinking it, but part of me was so turned on by what he’d done. Turned on by Fhord. The crooked grin he gave me when he straddled that chair. The rumble of his voice when he told that male to go away. The flex of his tattoos when his arm lashed out, all power.
