Page 32 of A Fate In Moonstone

Tor.

“He will not see you in this.” Rune’s breath caressed my lips.

No shit.

I can’t do this with Tor on the other side of my door. Nyx told him I wanted to see him. This was wrong.

Rune moved as I pushed him off.

“You’ve got to hide or leave or something. He cannot see you in here with me.” I raced to my wardrobe for a robe. Rune sat on the bed, watching me, his heated eyes speaking volumes.

Tor was not allowed to touch me or see my body in the lingerie.

The robe stopped above the knee, and I cinched the tie for emphasis.

“Happy?” I asked and walked over to the door trusting he’d leave or hide in the bathroom. Something. Anything to avoid being seen.

As I opened up for Tor, a hand glided up the back of my robe, teasing fingers trailed along my inner thigh.

My grip kept the opening between Tor and I small.

“Sapphira. Hey, Nyx said you wanted to see me.” His blue eyes scanned my robe and the candles behind me.

What he didn’t see was the over six-foot-tall Fae’s fingers teasing the edges of my garter belt. His mouth dangerously close to the side of my neck hidden by the door.

Tor hadn’t discovered Rune’s silent torture or scented the heated touches that lingered in the room.

“Should I come in?”

Teeth nipped the flesh of my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Tor. I did want to talk but I’m feeling... unwell.” A whole truth since I squeaked the last word while Rune sucked on the lobe of my ear and it took every bit of my control to remain still. I wasn’t well with Tor on one side of the door and his brother teasing me on the other.

“Yeah, you don’t look so good. Do you need me to come take care—”

Fingers ran along the edge of the lace panties over my ass.

“Nope. I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll be all right. I’ll come find you in the morning.” Pushing Rune back with my body, I then slammed the door behind me, before facing him with a sneer.

Tor may still be near, and while he hadn’t heard us talking earlier, I didn’t want to push it.

“What is wrong with you?” I mouthed and Rune smirked. He caged me in again with hooded eyes watching me. His head tilted to the side, his pointed ears listening for his brother to leave.

Boots walking down the hall came shortly after. Guilt, shame, and other emotions I’d hate to admit brewed in my torso.

Rune sensed the change and gave me space. His presence still felt like gravity, and I nearly grit my teeth to stay rooted in place instead of revolving around him.

“This shouldn’t have happened.” My fingers pinched the bridge of my nose. What a mess.

A sigh escaped my lungs as I strolled over to the bed and sat on it, eyes on the burning candles.

“What do you want, Rune? Is it just to sleep with me? Torture me? I’m trying to be good. To stay away.”

I heard the rustling of clothes before his large body crouched down before me, his head slightly lower than mine.

“I want to be the one you answer the door for in your lingerie on purpose.”

Was it too late to take back my questions?