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He sighed and stared at me. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. The sound filled the room, and I waited with bated breath for him to do something. Anything. Touch me. Breathe over my skin. Kiss me.
Anything.
I ached for anything from my mate.
“If you’re going to stay in here, please keep quiet. I have things to do.”
I didn’t answer him. Didn’t have to. Our eyes locked, and I knew there was something else going on.
This timehewantedmebut something was holding him back.
“Wait,” I said, sitting up and nearly exposing all of me in the process. “Did you find Hilda? Is she okay?”
He shook his head. “No. I’m sorry, I didn’t. I looked everywhere. I waited and waited.”
“Oh…I hope she’s okay.”
Soren brushed his hand over my hair, and every cell within me was calmed, if not for a fraction of a second. “We’ll find her. I promise you that.”
He walked over to his desk. When he sat on the chair, he was facing me, facing that decadent couch that had become my home over the last hour or so. Despite his claims that there was work to be done, his eyes were on me.
His gaze skimmed my skin, hovered over my legs like a breath of fire.
Goose bumps prickled along my flesh as swells of want and need pulsed against my core. I almost cried out in agony from needing him. I was sure mating with Jude would chill some of that out, but in fact, it only made the embers burn hotter.
The heat, not from the fever but from having him so close, licked up my legs and enflamed my thighs while I read about Charlotte, the heroine in the book, and all the places her suitor promised to claim.
Soren cleared his throat. He moved his legs. He sighed. He scrubbed his fingers over his hair almost too harshly.
I wanted to go to him. I wanted to walk over to his desk, swipe my hand across the desk removing all the books, and sit right in front of him. Make him face me. Makemefacehim.
I would lift my dress across my knees, across my thighs. Reaching for the ties on the front of the dress, I would remove it, reveal to him all of me underneath. I was wearing no bra and no underthings, so with one flick of the wrist, I would be completely and totally bared to him.
Soren would take me in his sacred place, fully and completely.
Our bond would strengthen.
He would be finally mine.
And I would be finally his.
He pulled in a weighted breath. “What are you thinking about, mate?”
I shrugged, never taking my eyes off the book. For all my fantasizing and wanting him and being so confident in my mind…I said nothing. What I wanted to say, expressing my dire need for him, hovered in my throat, cowardly and lacking any snippet of bravery.
He cleared his throat and slammed a book shut. He knew. I knew that he knew. I could smell the thick scent of lust coming from him only to meet the same scent all around me, emitting from my core. “Freya, tell me what you’re thinking about.”
Soren’s fists were balled, and he had long forgotten his research.
“Nothing, Soren. Just nothing.”
With a growl, he got up, knocking the chair backward. He stomped from the room. Soren was his own thunderstorm.
“I need you. I want you. Please take me to your bed,” I whispered to the air about ten minutes too late. He was gone and I was left on that perfect couch, desperately wanting.
Chapter Ten
Soren
