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He’s not wrong. But I sure as hell won’t admit that I want him to lose control, in more ways than one.
Instead, I sneer at him. “Right. Because you think I can’t refuse you.”
“Enough talk.” Rook takes the rabbit from the fire and tears off a haunch. “Eat.” He holds out the morsel of meat to me as if he’s placating an angry dragon with a peace offering.
Well, it’s working.
I devour the rabbit and wait until he gives me another piece. He eats the rest himself, then retrieves a heel of bread, a wedge of cheese, and a packet of dried cherries from his bags. I bite one of the fruits, tart and sweet and still a little juicy on the inside. He didn’t need to feed me dessert.
When he offers me his bedroll instead of a blanket, I shake my head. “I prefer sleeping on the ground.”
Rook gives me the blanket. I wait for him as he scatters the coals of the fire, shakes out his bedroll, and lies down. Then I curl on a comfortable patch of grass and drag the blanket over myself.
“Night,” he mutters, so quietly I might have missed it.
I don’t reply.
Fatigue weighs down my bones with lead. I haven’t slept outside my cave since…I can’t even remember. The vast expanse of the night stretches around me, lonely and cold and empty of all the things I love. The stinging in my eyes threatens to spill over into tears. I close my eyes tight.
Sleep drags me into an oblivion without dreams.
* * *
When I wake again,it’s still night. The coals of the fire have died.
Where is Rook?
He’s not on his bedroll. Bolt dozes, her head drooping, so he hasn’t ridden away in the dark. I sniff the air and detect his scent nearby. God, he smells good. With my wrists and ankles still bound, I kick off my blanket and push myself to my feet. I shuffle through the meadow, trying not to make too much noise.
He’s kneeling by the willows. I edge closer. What is he doing? Praying?
No.
A jolt of surprise floods my blood. His belt is unbuckled, and his leather trousers are peeled down just enough for him to stroke himself in his fist. His cock is hard and thick, a darker silver than the rest of him. A cock that could have been carved from granite. He cups his balls with his other hand.
Fuck’s sake. I should look away. I should go.
But I edge closer, my heart pounding.
CHAPTERFIVE
Asoft grunt escapes Rook. The sound nails me to the ground. He strokes himself faster until he’s fucking his fist, rising on his knees. With every thrust, his glorious ass flexes against his leather trousers.
Can’t he hear my heartbeat thundering?
I can’t stop staring at his cock. Not until I see his shadow in the moonlight.
It’swrongfor him somehow. The shape doesn’t match his body. Beyond his wicked horns, his shadow has a pointed tail and what must be wings folded along his spine. They’re leathery and spiked, like the wings of a dragon.
He jerks himself off with rougher and faster movements. His shadow’s tail twists and curls tight as he nears his climax. With a groan through clenched teeth, he spurts across the grass and all over his hand. Pearly white splatters the ground.
I’ve forgotten how to breathe. He hasn’t touched me, hasn’t even looked at me, but I’m aching for him.
God, I’ve never wanted a man so badly.
Panting, he rests back on his haunches. His knuckles glisten. He wipes his hands on the grass, then pushes himself upright.
Shit, shit, shit. He can’t catch me. He can’t know I’ve watched him.
