Page 97 of Shadow Kissed
“It’s the large presence of onyx. Don’t fear me, Terror,” he teases, referencing the change in his eyes.
I scoff and shake my head. “You don’t scare me, Lord Commander. Irritate me, yes, but I’m not afraid of you.”
“Perhaps you should be,” he says into my ear from behind me causing me to jump. He moved so fast I didn’t see it.
“Why are we here?” I ask, trying to steady my breathing as it quickens at his nearness.
“You need dance lessons and I know you wanted to visit this lake,” he replies, and I intake a sharp breath when he grabs hold of my waist and spins me to face him. I look up into his eyes and he’s wearing that teasing, easy smile again. Angry and moody Raegal I can deal with, but playful Raegal disarms me.
“And we couldn’t do this in the dance studio?”
“Why dance in the studio when you can dance under the light of the moon,” he says as he takes my hand in his and places his other back on my waist. “Now remember what I said before. It isn’t much different from sparring. That is a dance just like this, only there are no weapons involved.”
“Well, apart from my feet stomping on yours,” I comment dryly, and he laughs. My mind empties as I watch him laugh. Why does he have to be so damn beautiful?
“Close your eyes, Terror, and just listen to my voice. See the moves in your head. Picture yourself holding a sword in your hand or your precious dagger, whichever you prefer.”
I don’t miss the coldness to his tone when he mentions the dagger gifted to me by Arkynn. I do as he suggests, and close my eyes, listening to his voice as he talks me through the steps, and I picture the two of us sparring in my mind’s eye.
“That’s it, Terror. You’re dancing, and you haven’t taken a step wrong. Good girl.”
All my concentration vanishes when he calls me that and I stop dead in my steps, my eyes flashing open.
“Everything okay?” he asks, as if he didn’t just call me a good girl in that dark, husky voice of his, and make me forget what I am doing.
“I’m fine,” I reply, rather more defensively than intended.
“Good girl, let’s carry on.”
I jerk back out of his hold. “Stop that!”
He tilts his head at me, his dark eyes studying me. “Stop what?”
“Calling me a good girl. I’m not a child,” I protest, placing my hands on my hips.
His eyes snake down my body and heat flares in his eyes. “No, you most certainly aren’t.” He inhales. “I can smell your arousal, Terror. I think we both know my words aren’t making you feel like a child.”
My eyes widen. “I’m not aroused!” I protest. “And what do you mean, you can smell it?” I ask, taking a step away from him. As I take a step back, he takes one towards me, only his stride is wider than mine, so before I realise, I am back up against the cool mountain wall.
“Shadow Borne have a heightened sense of smell and right now you’re oozing with arousal, Terror.”
“You’re wrong!” I snap, holding my chin high.
Lies. Complete lies, my inner voice says to me.
He reaches out and runs his thumb across my bottom lip and it takes every bit of willpower in me not to close my eyes and moan. My body craves his touch.
“I don’t think I am wrong. I think if I put my hands between your legs, I’d find you wet for me.”
I scowl at him, my core heating at his words. “Have you brought me here to teach me to dance or to seduce me, Lord Commander?”
His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, and I follow the movement. “Right now, my mind isn’t on dancing, Terror. It’s on remembering what you feel like against me. Your lips on mine, your moans when you orgasm and the way your eyelashes flutter as you come on my fingers, calling out my name.”
“Oh,” I reply breathlessly. Serves me right for asking.
“Tell me we shouldn’t do this, Terror. Tell me I should take you back right now and stay away from you.”
I gulp.