Page 43 of His Fate
The embarrassment and anger, the crushing heartbreak all weigh on me with such a force that I feel like my feet are rooted to the ground beneath them.
I just stare at Kai, that stupid, naive hope that he's joking, that he'll start to laugh and tell me he just pulled the most epic prank keeps me from running down the road screaming like a maniac. Silent prayers to a god I'm not sure I've ever believed in, at least not since my dad was crippled and my mom left, running through my head that the man I love was kidding and will tell me everything was just a joke but he meant it when he said loves me.
But he doesn't.
Kai just stands there looking at me, his eyes practically glowing in the moonlight, a slightly stoic look on his so handsome face.
I challenge him.
Send my plea for proof one more time because god how I want him to be joking so we can laugh and I can yell at him and then we can go back inside and have makeup sex before finishing out our little getaway.
Despite the array of emotions running through me, a hot shock of arousal hits at the thought and I have to squeeze my thighs together. Of course I'd still be attracted to him after finding out he's crazy. He's still almost perfect and I'm just that fucked up.
Kai nods to himself as if he just came to some serious conclusion and reaches behind his head, does that super sexy move guys do when they pull their T-shirt off one handed. And holy fuck he is glorious.
Pecs so defined they look carved from stone.
Abs, so many fucking abs that turn into that delicious V over his narrow hips.
A gorgeous smattering of dark hair over his chest and stomach.
His shoulders and biceps are covered in those intricate tattoos, tattoos that snake out and cover the right side of his chest and collar bone.
Kai steps out of his boots and toes off his socks as his hands aggressively undo his belt and my god even his feet are sexy.
I was definitely hoping to see Kai naked while we were away, but in no way did I imagine it would be in the middle of insane babbling about being a dragon king.
Then, just as he goes to drop his jeans, the strangest thing happens.
Heat like I've never felt fills the space around us, a dry heat that tightens my flesh, then the air becomes electrically charged. My skin breaks out in goosebumps despite the intense warmth and it's almost as if the space between us sparks and ignites into thousands of tiny fireworks. An enormous flash of light explodes in front of me and I have to shield my eyes, recoiling slightly as the heat intensifies and when my eyes finally blink open and readjust to the evening sky, I scream.
A huge beast is before me, a gigantic creature covered in scales that look like ebony stained glass, spikes of blood red running down the back of its head growing smaller until they disappear between two enormous red and black wings. The spikes start up again at the top of its tail, small and grow larger until they reach the tip where it almost looks like the blade of a sword.
The creature snorts, stretches its wings that span at least two bus lengths, the glossy scales shifting and moving over its long lean body so fluidly it's mesmerizing.
It snorts again and shakes its head, prods at the ground with a foreleg adorned in razor sharp talons. A forked tongue shoots out between so many teeth—a mouthful of fangs that could shred flesh from bone effortlessly.
My body shakes uncontrollably as it steps closer to me but I can't seem to get myself to move.
It turns toward me, the head as big as a car, snout long with wisps of black smoke rising from flared, narrow nostrils. Those same red spikes begin small just behind them and line either side of its snout, becoming larger as they go between, up, and over two almond shaped eyes.
They're more reptilian, the diamond pupil more severe, gold glowing and swirling with the deepest red inside the black.
Finally finding my strength I take a step toward the majestic beast and it stops, waits, gives me control of how far or close I get.
"Kai?"
It snorts again, gaze locked with mine as I move a little closer. Possessed by curiosity or stupidity or some kind of death wish, I reach out, hold my outstretched hand toward the business end of this creature, this beast, this… dragon… and tentatively touch the tip of one finger to his snout.
He watches me closely, continues waiting, unmoving and slowly, so slowly, I walk my fingers up the smooth warm scales over his nose. When I flatten my palm his eyes flutter closed and he leans into my touch so affectionately that it puts me at ease.
I step even closer and raise my other hand, smooth it up his jaw over the sharp cheekbone and trace underneath his eye. Questioning my sanity momentarily, I look into that beautiful eye and that's when I see it, when I see him. I would know those eyes, knowhimanywhere.
The warmth.
The intelligence.
The ferocity.
