Page 3 of If I Were Wind


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His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. “Be careful, Kristin. I can take only so much provocation before I do something we’d both regret.”

“I wouldn’t.” I drew in a breath that lowered the neckline of my dress. “There’s nothing I want more.”

He inched closer, inhaling deeply. Raw, feral desire radiated from him. It was so thick that I could feel it pressing against my skin. Wetness pooled between my legs. Legs that I was spreading wider without even realising it. I ran my hand along my body, brushing an aching nipple. Lord, what was happening to me? If he trapped me against the wall and bunched up my skirt to take me, right here in the middle of the corridor, like two beasts, I would let him do it, and damn the consequences. I didn’t care about being seen by others. I didn’t care about propriety. I only cared about the desperate need to have him inside me. He must be sensing the attraction too, because his breathing turned uneven, and his lips brushed my jaw. I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling his heady musk. The tip of his finger trailed down my neck along my neckline to my breast, brushing the tip of my nipple with a light touch that felt like a shock of energy. My nipple peaked through the fabric of the dress, achingly taut.

“You’re wet for me,” he said in a low, raspy voice. His fingers pinched my nipple lightly.

I wanted to ask him how he knew that, but “Yes” was all I could whisper.

We were so close to the edge of a monumental cliff. One step further and we would both be lost.

A group of cadets laughing and running along the corridor, likely happy to return home for the Christmas break, broke the spell. Or maybe the curse. To be honest, I didn’t know if I should be angry at them or grateful. Never had I been so close to losing control as I was in that moment. My cheeks were burning. Heck, my whole body was burning, and my head was dizzy from the desire. I discreetly closed my legs and adjusted my dress to gather myself. Roy closed his eyes for a second, seemingly to do the same.

The heated moment turned cold faster than a cup of tea in the snow. What had just happened?

“Bloody close,” he muttered. He stepped back from me, his hard stare once more back in place.

I took a deep breath. “Well, you regained your usual control quite fast.”

“Fast? You don’t know me well.” The words came out of him in a stutter, as if he had trouble speaking.

I didn’t know him well? That was rubbish. If I didn’t know him well, it was his fault. He never let me close. But I did know that underneath that coldness, there was a warm, kind heart, a good man who cared about me, and an ardent lover. Although the fact that he’d killed his own brother left me doubting my own judgement. To his credit, he’d always told me how ruthless he was. He’d always reminded me that he’d killed Lukas. He wasn’t hiding it.

My suspicions must have shown on my face because something like hurt caused his eyebrows to knit together. Or perhaps he could sense the turmoil inside me. Surely, he sensed my desire for him. We’d merged a few times, our beasts becoming one creature. From that moment, we shared a connection. But while I wasn’t able to fathom anything from him, he could pick up my mood easily.

“We’d better go,” he said, his clipped tone snapping as he fiddled with the knot of his tie.

Right. That was Roy.

“Besides,” he tossed over his shoulder, “rumour has it that Kenneth complained about us while we were away.”

“You can’t be serious,” I said, trying to regain my composure.

“Kenneth told Allen you had no business leaving Raven Park with me. He verbally attacked Miss Hammond, who was filing the expenses of your trip.”

“How can anyone be angry with Miss Hammond?” Kenneth was my former mentor, supposed to help me draw out my inner beast. His teaching method consisted of beating the daylights out of the cadets until their beasts came out, and to be fair, it usually worked. It hadn’t worked for me. Quite the opposite. My body had shrunk with pain and bruises, and my beast had remained silent, curled in a corner of my heart, refusing to reveal herself. Kenneth had no claim over me. He couldn’t decide what I was supposed to do.

Roy groaned. “Our conversation with Allen isn’t going to be easy.”

As the Head Liaison Operations Officer for the Ministry of Defence, Kenneth decided what needed to be communicated to the ministry and what could wait. What had happened in Berlin couldn’t wait.

“Well, the fact that we skipped Kenneth and went straight to the commander with our documents probably didn’t sit well with him,” I said.

“Pity that I don’t give a damn about what sits well with him.” His gaze hardened, anger filling it. “He hurt you. I’m not going to forgive or forget that.” The air vibrated with the power of his desire for revenge. There was also a possessiveness that my beast happily picked out. I might not be his woman, but it certainly felt like I was.

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