"Oh, don't give me that. He wouldn't be a threat to you. No one is a threat to you. If you don't release him, this—,“ I gesture between us, “—isn't going anywhere. I'm serious. Now, we both have to be at a meeting in ten minutes so let's table this."
"Then I'll delay the meeting."
"You'resoirritating!" I shout, my voice sounding tinny in the barren tunnel.
"So I am told. Often. And for the record, I may be old but I amnotcrusty," he declares, opening the door for me and hauling the bleeding corpse over his shoulder, dumping it in a spare room for the guards to deal with.
I genuinely do need help, because he shouldn't be turning me on right now but he is. Still, I'm not giving in to my treacherous thoughts. I blow him a quick kiss and vanish into my makeshift study to get my notes and convince Onyx that I'm not dead.
* * *
I domy evening stretches alone in the quiet of my room. I would love to know why midday Renna thought two hundred weighted lunges and thirty pull-ups were a good idea. I’ve hurt muscles I never knew I had.
"Rennalya. Back in the meeting room for eight in the morning tomorrow," comes a deep voice, outside my door.
"Fine," I say, finishing my giant glass of pain medicine. Turns out, withdrawals from a drug you’ve been taking for almost a century are no joke.
I have to do something about my need for him. "Wait, I'm coming!" I shout, standing.
"On my face?" He asks, as I swing open the door.
I grin up at his towering frame. "I sure do hope so, my lord."
"This is a change of heart," he says, his hand snaking around my waist. His body stands hot and heavy against mine, lust emanating from every inch of him. My thoughts turn to mush as he leans down to kiss me, his lips soft and gentle as a rough hand holds my throat. In a smooth move, he picks me up with one arm and tosses me over his shoulder, stalking to his rooms without another word. From my upside-down position, I wave at my favourite guard. Ellatar gives me a knowing eyebrow raise and a wink in return.
Rexxan tosses me onto the bed, heading straight for the wine cabinet and pouring us each a glass. "We need to talk."
"I have no interest in anything that comes out of your mouth while my best friend sits in your prison."
"So you're here because...?"
"Because...," I huff, crossing my aching arms. "Because watching you fight Frian all sweaty and angry in the training ground, and then comfort those scared children earlier made me feel some kind of way."
"Do you ever consider filtering your thoughts like the rest of us?"
"No. You'd rather I lied to you?" I ask, as he kisses his way up my thigh. He smiles, his warm breath caressing my hips.
"Do you realise what you do to me in that lovely black dress of yours? I've been sitting at my desk unable to focus all day."
I smile innocently, sitting up and straddling his lap as we lie in his bed. His pupils dilate, looking at me with nothing but pure awe. No one has looked at me the way he does. Like I’m enough for him and then so much more. But I’m not, clearly.
As I lean down to kiss him, his huge calloused hands run down my back, lower and lower. I grab them before he can reduce me to a trembling mess, bringing his hands above his head as I kiss his neck.
A low grumble forms in his throat. "Hm, I don't like you in control, angel," he whispers, as the room around us heats with desire.
"Really? Because it feels like you do?" I offer, grinding my hips against his rock-solid length. He hisses through gritted teeth, flexing his hips and invoking an involuntary moan from my lips. I hold his wrists there with one hand, my free hand sliding to the chains I'd snuck beneath his pillow while he had been pouring the wine.
He wants me to play his games? Gladly.
But he’s going to play mine too.
Chapter28
A King in Chains (Rexxan)
Ishould've known that the Shadow Commander was up to something.
When is she not?
