Page 17 of Wicked When Wet


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“And what? You saw dollar signs?”

I didn’t understand all the words, but I understood her meaning. “Yes.” I held my breath, waiting for her to rip her hand from mine. She shouldn’t trust me, should not want anything to do with me after my confession, but…I could not help buthope.

She merely sighed, and I quietly did the same in relief. My palm was sweating where our skin joined, and I quickly realized the rest of me was just as heated. It was the stress of the conversation, yes, but also the intimacy of our connection. I was suddenly very grateful none of my crew were on board to see my weak-kneed reaction to this female. They’d surely never allow me a moment’s peace if they discovered my new weakness.

“And now that we know…you suddenlywhat? Changed your mind?” Her eyes flashed with fire and her grip on my hand turned punishing. I hid my amusement, knowing it would only make things between us worse, but her little fingers squeezing mine so tightly wasadorable.

“Yes.” I shook my head, distracted by her beauty as she turned fully to face me. “No.”

A delicate brow rose above her eye, and I held back a frustrated groan. I was mucking this up as usual it seemed with her. “I’m afraid I don’t have an answer that will satisfy you. All I can say is that I have been wholly mesmerized by your radiance since the moment I rescued you from your near drowning, and that obsession, I’m afraid, is only growing.”

I watched her neck, entranced as she swallowed thickly, her pretty flush returning with a vengeance. “O-obsession?”

I nodded gravely, carefully concealing the triumph running through my veins. So my future mate was not so unaffected as I had feared…interesting.“I’m afraid so. I fear that it is incurable.” I took a step closer to her. Crowding her against the door to my quarters. It was a calculated risk. Move too fast and I could spook her but take the risk, and the reward would be oh so sweet. My lovely Layla slumped against the door, her eyes turning luminous with arousal. My fangs pricked my lip as I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly, the swells of her luscious breasts causing my mouth to water. “So you see,” I rasped, just as affected, cock aching and mind swimming. “You were never in any danger with me.”

“No?” She asked, the word barely a whisper on her lips. “I feel as if I’m in danger.” Her eyes were wide and confused, but there was no mistaking the lust in them. She was confused, yes, but she was responding to me, and it wasglorious.

I finally let loose my wicked intentions, lips curling into a swaggering smirk. “I promise you, sweet. You will enjoy every bit of what I have planned for you.”

Lips hovering over hers, I held back a shout of victory when her delicate palm slid along the lines of my bare chest. I never truly had a chance of fighting this. Of fighting her. One intentional touch from her and I was a weak-kneed male ready to fall at her feet.

Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, tiny little tongue peeking out to moisten her luscious lips. I stifled a groan, leaning a palm by her head on the door.

“You’re making this very difficult,” she whispered, the barest touch of her mouth against mine. I’d never experienced a need like this. I feared my cock would bust through my clothing in its efforts to thrust inside of her.

“Making what difficult?” I growled absently, running my nose along the side of her delicate neck. Her breath hitched, and I grinned sharply. She smelled so gods damned good. “Tell me, and I will make iteasy.”

I would thank Lyv for taking her down into the cargo hold to raid the garment crates meant for Lyessa. On my mate, the fabric was stretched to its limit, revealing every beautiful inch of her body to me while still somehow keeping it a mystery. I wanted to shred it into ribbons.

Mind occupied with doing just that, I was not expecting her to grasp my nipples andtwistwith all her little hooman strength. I’m embarrassed to admit that I yelped, backing away from her pinching fingers. Shooting her a look of betrayal, I covered the rapidly swelling flesh with my palms.

My mate grinned triumphantly as I rubbed away the sting. “That was for being an ass,” she claimed, clearly pleased with herself.

A reluctant chuckle rumbled from my chest. “Turnabouts fair play, sweets.”

Her self-satisfied expression dropped to shock as I lunged for her.

Chapter15

LAYLA

Arys did not get his chance to pinch my nipples. He’d taken me off guard with his playful response to my retaliation, throwing my ass over his shoulder like I didn’t eat way too many tasty cakes and Cheetos all of my adult life. Then he’d marched through his room, through an office, down a short hall, into another room, before tossing me down on averysoft bed. He had his fingers in the bodysuit at my chest, gripping it in his fist—even tensed to rip it away from my heaving breasts—before there was a harsh knock on the far outer door.

He hissed that alien word,radele, dropping his head in the crook of my neck. Raking his fangs delicately against my shoulder, I tensed. I wasn’t sure if would have let him go any further had we not been interrupted, but I do know that when he tore himself away from me, storming back the way we came, I felt nothing but disappointment. Which I guess was telling in its own way.

He was only gone a few moments before marching back over to me with a blank stare.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up.

Arys’ eyes raked over me spread out on the bed, his eyes lingering on my spread thighs. I quickly closed them, flushing.

With a regretful sigh, he raked his hand through his braids. “There’s a storm coming.”

Wary, I climbed off the enormous bed, vaguely noticing the opulence of the room. “A bad storm?”

Arys grimaced, grabbing my hand to guide me out of the room. “All storms on Vyessa arebad.”

“Are we in danger?” I asked, mind swirling with images of hurricanes.

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