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He doesn’t, he controls himself and I love it and hate it at the same time. I thought about him while immersed in my bubbles, and I had the craziest impulse to demand he joins me.
Clearing my throat, I frown and wonder why he still keeps staring at me.
Is it the shirt? Doesn’t he like the way it looks on me?
Personally, I think I look cute.
I walk over to him, going down on my haunches and look up at his frozen face. “Hey...,” I say softly, “what’s wrong?”
He flinches, boring his eyes into mine and I gasp when I see two flames flare. They burn with a ferocity that can’t be contained and I rise when my nerves start acting up.
“C...Craven...?” I stutter and he finally snaps out of it and stands.
“I’m keeping you,” he groans and his voice sounds so strange, it takes me a while to figure out what he’s saying. “You’ll stay right here.”
“I got that,” I breathe, because I thought we had already gone over this but there’s still tension in him.
He frowns, licking his firm lips as if there’s something he wants to say. There’s been a change in him, he seems larger, bigger and I flinch when I catch his shadow on the wall. Shit...why is it dragon shaped all of the sudden? It wasn’t like that before, and I turn warm in the face when I feel the heat coming off of him.
Lust.
He’s lustful because of me and I brush my thighs together, gasping when he invades my space and looms over me. I’m tiny compared to him, lingering somewhere around his ribs.
“Can I help you with anything?” I croak, ready do drop to my knees if he orders me to. Maybe I should take my chance, sleep with him, before he realizes how weak I am and shuns me.
“You must be hungry,” he growls. “I should feed you.”
He takes my hand and I nearly explode from the electric touch. His thumb brushes the cut and every now and then, he lifts my hand to his face to...smell it?
His eyes flutter each time but his jaw clenches with determination, as if he has a challenge ahead of him.
I’m not sure what that’s about but I don’t ask. He pulls me down the hall, as if satisfying my hunger is the most important thing in the world right now. Rain starts to fall, smattering against the windows and it seems coarser since we’re so high up.
I inspect the portraits on the walls as we walk and most of them portray what I assume are Craven’s ancestors. They’re a bunch of aggressive looking beings. Even the women stare back with intensity in their eyes. My lids flutter when I remember the saying that dragons are vicious in bed.
You’re lucky if you get out alive.
It’s only safe if the female is not his mate. And it’s especially dangerous if the mate is not a dragon herself. Luckily I’m not Craven’s mate, so if we ever hit the sack, I’ll be okay.
A shiver makes my neck prickle when I see the shadow of the dragon’s tail curl around the corner but Craven pretends everything’s normal.
Once in the top-modern kitchen, he opens up the cupboards and fridge, but they’re empty aside from some coffee and liquor.
Craven slams the fridge and lets out a curse as if he’s disappointed with himself, but he couldn’t have known. I glance at him sideways, wondering why he’s so worked up about a random girl as he clutches the counter and lowers his head.
“I’ll go to the supermarket right now, unless you want fresh meat straight from the woods?”
My stomach growls in protest, desperate for something more sugary. “Valkyries only eat desserts.”
The more decadent the better. We love everything sweet, tolerate the salty, recoil at the spicy and hurl when we taste something bitter.
“Dessert?” Craven frowns before his forehead smooths and he yanks open the freezer. “I bought this a few days ago, not that I know why considering I don’t eat the stuff.”
Eyes rounding in delight, I reach out for the box with pistachio ice cream and I’m thrilled. It’s as if he knew that’s my favorite.
The tension in him eases and he watches me with glassy eyes. I wish he would put a shirt on. He’s distracting me with that body and I want to dig my nails into his pecs and hear his scream of uncontrolled lust. I also wouldn’t mind, just reaching up and brushing the dark hair away from his eyes...
He stalks over to me and I try not to stare at his bulky thighs, straining beneath the leather.
