I winced as I ran my fingers over where he was bleeding. I pushed away his vest and found a hole in his shirt, evidence of a bullet that had managed to hit him right on the shoulder. I tore at the shirt, the hole making it easy, to reveal the skin before I looked up at him, his eyes hooded and almost relaxed. Almost, because there was a burning heat that was building and causing his eyes to fill with an intensity that he usually restrained.
“Is the bullet—”
“I pulled it out.” He shrugged, pain flashing in his eyes. “It will heal itself.”
“Fuck,” I mumbled and looked around for something to wrap it in. When I went to stand, Razar growled and locked me further against him. My entire body broke into shivers as I tried to not let his effect on me be fully known. He could no doubt tell how turned on I was; no need to add to my embarrassment by moaning or rubbing against him. I had to have some level of control, right? I mean, the man was bleeding. What was wrong with me?
“We need to wrap it.”
“I need you here,” he growled.
“I’m here,” I promised. “How the hell did this happen?”
“I wasn’t in the right headspace.” He shrugged. “You sounded upset, so I was worried.”
“I’m fine,” I assured, wondering if I would ever even have the balls to bring up what I’d been upset about in the first place. It was a bit more difficult to consider it important with him bleeding underneath me.
“No, you aren’t. What’s going on?” he demanded as I ran my fingers over his injury in distraction. I leaned forward and rested my head against his neck, clinging onto him possessively, thrilled just to have him back and safe.
“Arabella.” His tone was firm and demanding.
“Nothing,” I murmured. “We should go see our new nightmare. Is she in the emergency center?”
“Unconscious and in critical care, but she’s going to live,” he got out gruffly before rolling us so that I was forced to look up at him, my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his blood dripping down on my sweater from the open wound, but that barely fazed me as the man examined my expression. I honestly sometimes felt he could see right into the very center of me.
“Did Amun do something?” he demanded and then looked around my room. “And why the fuck does it smell like him in here?”
Damn, they had good noses.
“He ran up here with me momentarily, but it has nothing to do with him,” I whispered, not bothering to bullshit about ‘nothing being wrong.’ He knew me far too well, and if he really wanted to push it, then I would tell him.
His eyes darkened. “Is this about the humans?”
For the record, I knew he would bring up Amun being in here later, but he seemed determined to get me to reveal my cards.
“I am angry about that.”
“Arabella, damn it, what is going on?” he growled, his eyes going dark as I felt his terror form shift against his skin. My hands gripped his jaw, and I figured that it was better just to test my theory.
Leaning up, I cautiously pressed my lips against Razar’s in a soft, almost testing touch. My stomach tightened and heat ran over my skin as I tried to deepen it, my tongue darting out to trace his lips. That’s about what did it.
I honestly wasn’t positive what reaction I had expected from him, but this? Shit. This was far more extreme than I could have ever hoped for.
I moaned against Razar’s mouth as his hands suddenly gripped my hair, seeming to recover from his momentary shock as his power wrapped around me, icy tendrils pulling me further against him. His breath was minty and cool against mine as a low growl broke from his throat, his kiss demanding and hard. I squirmed against him as my heart began galloping a million miles an hour, so fast I was worried it would give out.
I gasped as I was suddenly pressed on a different surface, my frame wedged against Razar’s as I gave into him completely, loving the control he seemed to like having over my body. The grip he had on me was bruising, and I found myself craving that. I wanted his mark on me, just like I wanted Cy’s teeth on me. I rolled my hips against his hard length as a low snarl left his throat and vibrated against my entire body.
My eyes fluttered shut as he pulled away and began to kiss down my throat, my body trembling with need, loving the way his magic seemed to be touching me everywhere all at once. I could feel his hands on my waist, but his magic had my thighs in a tight, almost harness hold, my arms being drawn above my head as his black, vine-like energy caught me up like in a spider’s web.
When he pulled back and looked over me, his breathing was harsh, and I realized I was somewhat tied up for him. We were also a story off the floor, but I wasn’t going to overthink that one.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You look so beautiful. I wish I could keep you up here, like this, forever.”
He could.
“Razar.” A small whine broke from my throat as his gaze flashed from my thighs spread on either side of his large body up to my neck, where my pulse beat fast and out of control.
“I can smell how wet you are.” He groaned as if in pain, his head pressing against my collarbone as he inhaled against my neck. “I can’t though. I can’t, Arabella, because I know if I get more than a taste of you, it won’t be enough.”
“You can have more than that,” I promised, feeling a surge of hopefulness.
My eyes fluttered shut again as his fingers brushed beneath my sweater, exposing my lace bra to the cool air, a snap telling me that my bra was torn down the middle. My center tightened as I felt cool, hard tendrils wrap up and around my ribs before brushing over my sensitive, hard nipples, causing me to let out a moan of his name.
When his hot mouth closed over one of them, my body jerked with pleasure, and I nearly came right there and then. A whine of frustration, embarrassingly coming from me, filled the space as his fingers slid down my waist and into the silk band of my pants, his touch brushing over my heated, covered center. He snarled, feeling how wet I was as my legs trembled slightly, needing a more firm touch. Needing him to be rough with me.
I felt a surge of victory as he began to tease my other nipple with his mouth, leaving the painfully tortured peak of the other to the cool air as he pushed aside the lace panties I was wearing.
“Shit,” I whimpered as his hot, rough fingers slid against my wet heat, a dangerous sound from his throat echoing through the room.
“I can’t take this any further, but I won’t leave you in pain,” he growled against my neck, my hormonal haze making me nod, because frankly, I was so on edge that all it would take was a kiss on my neck to make me come. I felt an almost untamable lust surge through me, and when he circled my clit, dragging my slick across it, I felt my climax build to almost a tipping point.
Then the sexy bastard slid a finger inside of me while biting down on my neck, light enough that it wouldn’t mark but hard enough that it caused an electric surge to jump through me.
I came almost instantly on a moan of his name, molten heat and an explosion at my center causing everything to melt around me in relief. Thank god.
My body slumped forward as I let out a small pathetic sound, his touch softer but still possessive as I felt the air shift, the hard wall being replaced by my familiar bed. When I felt him start to pull away, I gripped him closer, a sated smile invading my face at the chuckle that broke from his lips. It wasn’t his full laugh, but it made me feel a tiny bit better.