Page 44 of A Dragon's Curse
He was embarrassed. That was adorable.
My eyes went toward a small kitchen, one not much bigger than what was in the dorms. “Not much of a cooker, huh?”
“Noodles don’t require much to make, and I barbeque my meat out back,” he answered.
Carbs and protein diet. Wasn’t surprised about that either.
Moving on from there, I walked through the living room to the only door I could see. It led straight into what I assumed to be the master bedroom.
A king-sized bed was front and center when I entered, covered with a chocolate-colored comforter and cream pillows. At least he knew how to match things.
To the right of that was a sliding door that led to the patio. I could see the barbeque he mentioned sitting out there and wondered how often he merely relaxed under the stars.
On the opposite side of the room were two more doors, which I assumed led to his bathroom and closet, but I’d done enough invading of his space and didn’t bother to inspect those areas. Instead, I jumped onto his bed, letting my body sink into the mattress.
It was like a cloud. Every muscle inside me relaxed, and I briefly closed my eyes. “I’m not leaving this spot.”
Cillian stepped forward, pushed my knees apart that were draped over the edge of the mattress, and stood between my legs. He leaned forward, placing a hand on both sides of my ribs. “I wish we could stay, but I’m just going to grab a few things we could use in the caves, then we need to get back.”
I leaned up on my elbows. “Because we have no idea where the next fireball is going to strike?”
He nodded. “Given what we know now, I’m surprised my house is still standing.”
There was an odd emotion in my chest, but I ignored it. “Maybe we could just stay a little while longer…”
I’d have loved to continue what we started in the water, which wasn’t going to happen back in the cave.
I sat up further, bringing my hands in front of me and placing them on Cillian’s chest. His muscles rippled under my touch, so I continued, lowering my hands until they could travel beneath his shirt.
“What are you doing, Dawsyn?” His words held that delicious growl I enjoyed so much.
“Exploring.”
As soon as the word left my mouth, there was a sharper pain in my chest. I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes closed as I tried to figure out what was happening.
It’s Knox, my wolf said.He’s trying to get to you through the bond.
Fuck.
“What’s wrong?” Cillian asked, gripping my shoulders as I folded in on myself.
I held up a finger so I could sort it out with my wolf first.
I thought that was a fated mate thing. Chosen mates aren’t supposed to have all the added benefits.
A downfall of not being patient enough or trusting fate to put you on the path to the one meant for you.
You’re right, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t trying. I can sense him everywhere. Almost as if he’s getting closer.
He can track us. I’d known that about mates. I should have remembered that.Damn it!
We need to go, she said, but I was already pushing Cillian back, telling him the same thing.
“Why? What’s happening?” he asked, not moving as quickly as I would have liked.
“Knox. You were right to want to wait for anything with me until I was no longer tied to him.” Saying those words gutted me. I wanted my fated mate and only him. The fact that I couldn’t have him because of that psychotic dragon had murderous thoughts running rampant through my mind.
He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to slow down. “Hey. What he did changes nothing. You are still mine and I’m yours.”