That night, when I go to bed alone again, I toss and turn, unable to sleep.
I realize that I’m getting more and more annoyed that nothing's happening with even one of the males I’m supposedlybound to. I hear Morgan still in the common area, putting things away from dinner. Quickly, so that I don’t second-guess myself, I get out of bed, making sure that I don’t trip over the long hem of the oversized shirt that I've been given to sleep in.
I pad over the threshold and peer into the living area. Morgan sits at the table, polishing his weapons again. He seems to do thata lot.
As I step forward, one of the floorboards creaks, and he looks up sharply.
'Bryn, are you well? Would you like me to get you something?'
I shake my head and move closer. I see his eyes move down my body and back up again, even though it's completely shrouded by the long shirt. I glance down at it and realize that I should have unbuttoned some of the collar. Perhaps that would have enticed him.
But he doesn't want you that way,a voice inside my head says.
But he did in the Dark Realms, and he told me that I wasn't ugly. He liked the way I looked, despite the scars.
Emboldened, I move forward again.
'I…' I begin quietly, not sure what to say or how to proceed.
Perhaps I should just ask. 'I would like you to…'
I swallow hard as he stares at me and tilts his head to the side.
'What is it, Bryn?' he asks. 'What is it that you need?'
I gaze up into his eyes and sigh.
'You,' I say.
His expression changes, eyes darkening as they take me in.
'Me?' he asks.
The blade in his hand clatters to the table and he stands in one swift motion. He stalks across the room like a predator,reminding me of when we were in Merediea, and he fucked me into the bed after beating Locke senseless.
He’s large. Strong. Dangerous when he wants to be, and it makes my knees feel weak.
He looms over me in a way that I like. I stare up at him, and then away, scared suddenly that this might be some game to him. But he takes hold of my chin and raises my face to stare into my eyes, caressing the side of my neck slightly.
'Is it that youneed?' he asks meaningfully. 'Or that youwant?'
I know what he's asking. Am I having another one of these odd attacks that plague me?
‘Does it matter?’ I whisper.
‘Whether you need it, or want it, I’ll fuck you well regardless,’ he promises a bit ominously, and my breathing hitches. ‘But it does matter to me, Bryn.’
'Want,' I whisper.
'I see.'
I close my eyes, afraid he’ll tell me to go to my room nowand rest, but then my eyes fly open as his lips press against mine.
'My chamber,' he rumbles low, taking me by the hand and leading me up the stairs.
As soon as I’m inside, he closes the door and throws the bolt quietly.
'I want to see you,' he says, watching me closely.
