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Wilder’s brows shot up and he started to pace, exasperated. ‘And what? Put your future at Thezmarr at risk? Liaising with the shadow-touched is treason! You wanted to be a Warsword more than anything —’
Thea drew a ragged breath. Still on the verge of tears, she grabbed him, forcing him to look at her. ‘Not more than anything,’ she said quietly. ‘Youare what I wanted. More than anything. I know that now.’
Conflict warred in Wilder’s eyes as he towered over her and lifted her chin with a single finger. ‘Is that so?’ The melodious depth of his voice made her toes curl. ‘Prove it.’
Thea went rigid for a moment, before she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and slammed her mouth to his.
His lips were intoxicating. He tasted like fire and temptation, like home. His mouth moved over hers in a fervour, their kiss intensifying, out of control as his hands slid down her spine, curving over her backside and lifting her up. Impossibly fast,he had her on the table, maps cast aside in one swipe, her legs wrapped around him, the tattered remains of her dress riding up.
‘Thea,’ he groaned, voice ragged with need.
She arched up into him, pressing her breasts to him and rubbing against the hardness she could feel beneath his pants. Every nerve in her body came alive, fraying beneath the slightest friction. Gods, she wanted him – she wanted him with everything she had. She shoved his shirt up, raking her nails down the ridges of his carved abdomen, determined to mark him as hers, until he hauled the fabric over his head and cast it aside. Desperate for contact, she spread her hands across the breadth of his chest, revelling in the heat and hardness of him, passion coursing through her, dampening her core.
With a moan, Wilder slid his rough palms up her thighs, spreading her wide so he could grind against her, pinning her to the table as his mouth devoured her.
She sucked in a sharp breath as he bit her lower lip and dragged his teeth down the column of her throat, ripping the bodice of her dress down to expose her breasts.
‘Furies save me,’ he murmured at the sight before his mouth lowered to her nipple.
Thea cried out, her whole body becoming molten beneath his touch, beneath his tongue. Her hands went to his belt. She needed to touch him, needed to taste him, needed to feel him inside her after all this time.
He gasped as her hand slipped inside his pants and wrapped around the rock-hard length of him. She stroked him, imagining that first thrust inside her, imagining the force of him unleashed upon her —
With a muttered curse, he pulled back, removing her hand, panting slightly.
‘What is it?’ Thea said, pulling her dress up to cover herself.
He ran his fingers through his hair and snatched up his shirt from the ground. ‘I… We’re not there, Thea. So much has happened, I don’t…’
Thea’s heart seized. ‘You don’t feel that way about me anymore?’
‘I didn’t say that.’ He buttoned his shirt with trembling fingers, the evidence of his arousal still bulging in his pants.
‘Then stay,’ Thea murmured, biting her lip and ignoring the sting of tears in her eyes.
‘I could stay. I want to.’ Wilder’s gaze raked over her like a starved man’s. ‘But I won’t. Not yet. Not when you’re unsure.’
‘Iamsure —’
‘You’re sure about sex, about distraction. But not about me. About us. There’s still a lot that needs to be said between us, and I won’t fuck you again until you’re certain. Until you know there’s no coming back from this.’ His eyes darkened as they drank her in once more before he opened the tent flap. ‘Night, Thea.’
Thea stared after his muscular back as he disappeared outside, her blood still hot, still burning for him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
WILDER
‘Fuck,’ Wilder muttered to himself as he stalked through the slumbering campsite, his cock still raging hard, straining uncomfortably against his pants.
Those hooded eyes, thatmouth, that peaked nipple between his teeth…
‘Fuck,’ he said again, spearing his fingers through his hair as he looked for something to hit, something to release that pent-up —
‘Rough night?’ Dratos grinned from where he sat smoking his pipe against a wall stacked with supplies.
‘Fuck off,’ Wilder snapped.
Dratos only grinned wider. ‘Sounds like you’ve got something on your mind, Warsword.’
