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“Whose are these?” I demanded, fisting my fingers around the tiniest pair of panties I’d ever seen and waving them in Lyric’s face. The hot pink strings poked out from between my fingers.
“Whose underthings? Whose clothing and shoes? Does Casimir keep spares of everything for the guests he keeps quiet in the shower?!”
I could hear my words dripping with scores of suspicion, underscored with a dose of hysteria. If he meant to dress me in another female’s underwear I’d melt off his testicles.
Lyric’s eyes rounded. “Uh, well—”
“They’re yours,” Casimir answered, striding through the doorway, Kree close on his heels holding a canvas bag over her shoulder.
I had a sudden case of claustrophobia and took an audible breath. I threw the offending garment down and slammed the drawer shut, hating the performance I was giving. I was never dramatic, not until today.
“Kree, Lyric, would you mind leaving us?” he requested, eyeing me like one might eye a rabid animal.
“Of course,” Lyric replied.
“I’ll just put this here,” Kree said to me, setting the bag on top of the island. “It’s for you, Raven.”
I nodded, fearful of speech. I didn’t have control of my mouth’s impulses and couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t sound snide or hurtful. Kree had not wronged me and I didn’t want to make the situation any worse for myself or anyone else.
Lyric affectionately punched Casimir’s arm on her way out and Kree patted his opposite shoulder. I didn’t envision inside my mind that I shot her with a bolt of magic. Imagining a gaping wound across her gorgeous face would be wrong.
Casimir drew near, leaning one hip against the shiny black furniture harboring the offending unmentionables. His arms crossed and I suspected it was a common pose for him.
“You had some questions, Little Bird?”
“Heard that, did you?”
“I did.”
“Are you going to clarify?”
“Yours. All of it.”
“Ah. You’re gifting me with the collection of conquests you’ve accumulated. How touching.”
The sensual curve of his lips besought my fae tongue as sure as hisgiftscourted my witch’s ire.
“You find this humorous?” An image of Phalen’s shirt popped into my head and ruined my ability to seethe. I rubbed my temples.
“Not particularly.”
Casimir moved in, caging me against the island. His palms landed on either side of my hips. “But I find that I like your jealousy very much.”
Caving to impulse, I killed the dampening spell on the bond. I regretted it immediately as it had me arching into him.Too fast!
Casimir jolted a half inch closer. His face looked pained. The connection shouldn’t have been this strong already. Though, it would help make my point.
“This is a fraction of what I’m feeling,” I threw at him, pushing as much as I could across the bond. Though the connection was in its infancy, it was sturdy and I could communicate some of my emotions through it. Maybe I really had started the soulbond and we were bound more closely than I realized.
“I’m edgy and hot headed and so jealous that I’m tempted to set fire to your wardrobe. Is this how you want me to remain? Because I loathe this feeling. I haven’t decided if I want to be mated and you’re not presenting a good argument for me to choose to be. In fact, it’s a compelling reason for me to be on my way—”
His mouth crashed into mine before I could finish my threat. My body roared to life. My arms flew around his neck as his own came around to pick me up. When he sat my bottom down on the cool flat surface, I shamelessly spread my legs, lifting my thighs over his hips. A subtle rock of his pelvis and I was moaning.
Sweet blessed Baccus!
Casimir devoured. Consumed. Stole the angst and set it aflame. Nothing else existed outside of this kiss.More, my body demanded. I needed more. I locked my ankles behind him, squeezing tight.
His hands slid up my sides and around to my spine. One grabbed my braid, pulling my head back. He deepened the kiss for a long, languid moment. I had no air left and I hardly cared. Who needed oxygen when they had the lips of this male upon their flesh? I was convinced it was worth dying for.
