Page 82 of Haunted Nightmares
“I do love listening to you go on about our origins.”
I smile as Wraith appears in the doorway, his massive body filling it as he leans against the frame. “Really? I must have it wrong then since I seem to remember how you rushed me through the last few lessons. You do know everything, after all.”
“Almost,” he growls as I lift my arms above my head and stretch, letting the sheet fall under my breasts. “You’ve taught me a few things here and there.”
The look he’s giving me is one I can feel, causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin, my nipples puckering and thighs clenching. He’s always had the effect on me, one look from my mate and I’m a needy, wanton mess, but right now I’m aching for him in a way that’s so intense it actually hurts. And with how Wraith looks now, how he’s healthy and back to normal but he still has the marks of darkness all over his body, the soot-black stains barely raised at various points on his porcelain skinas permanent reminders of our bond and how deep it runs? Yeah, I might have to climb him like a tree before he goes back downstairs.
And my gods, there is just something about having those blackened scars on his face, emphasizing the depth of his ebony eyes, the viciousness of his wicked mouth. My king looks like the menacing and unhinged male he’s always been but with an even more dangerous edge that I know has his enemies terrified, and my panties soaked.
“Zephyr,” Wraith grunts as he adjusts his slacks right over the obvious bulge in the crotch. “My love, I came to fetch you because we have company but I find I need a moment after hearing the filthy things running through your pretty head.”
My cheeks warm as I quickly pull the sheet up to cover myself. “I didn’t know you had people coming over.”
“Neither did I. It’s an unexpected but not unwelcome visit, and I’d like for you to join us if you’re up to it.”
“Of course.” I nod and swing my legs over the bed, reaching for my robe and pulling it on before I stand. “Do I need to use my glamor or?—”
“No, not with these two. You can grace them with your beauty and… “ Wraith takes a deep breath, tilting his head as his eyes briefly flutter closed. “What is that scent you’re wearing?”
Oh boy.“I’m not wearing anything, I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet.”
He shakes his head, his nostrils flaring as he takes another breath. “You must be wearing something, some decadent scent devised to enhance your natural one.” My mate’s eyes flip open and laser focus on me, and my gods we might not leave this room if he isn’t careful. “If my night hadn’t filled up the way it has, we wouldn’t be.”
“But you have meetings.”
Wraith nods.
“And they’re important.” My heart rate kicks up a notch as he licks his lips, his fully elongated fangs impossible to hide. “Deveroux?”
Another nod as he squeezes his cock through his slacks. “Later. He caught wind of what happened the other night. He’s not a fan of the treaty being used as a pawn and I imagine he’s going to try to intimidate his way into an agreement.”
Biting my lip to hide the stupid giggle trying to break the tension between us, I get to my feet and slowly start toward the attached bathroom. “I should get ready then.”
“Right.”
Oh, good grief, he’s tracking me.
There is no doubt about it. Wraith is definitely tracking me and my aura right now, and if I don’t move quickly, we are definitely going to become the rudest hosts in the history of hosting. He won’t even think twice, my mate will attack, and there is no telling what will happen after that. Unfortunately, we don’t have time for games.
“Casual?” I inch closer to the door. “Or do I need to dress to impress these friends of yours?”
“Casual is fine,” he growls as he takes one step into the room. “Perhaps one of those lovely little sundresses you’ve been wearing lately.”
“Sure.”
Another step, another growl. “No panties.”
I swallow hard as I nod. “Not for your guests, though. No underwear because you don’t want me to wear any?”
Do I already know the answer to that question? Yes, I know without having to clarify the way I did but something inside me wants to get under his skin, wants him to chase me just to see what he’ll do when he catches me.
“Cheeky, yeah?” Wraith’s hands roll into fists at his sides, his posture immediately tensing. “Acting like you don’t know I’ddisembowel anyone who even thought about your cunt let alone wanted to see it. It’s almost as if you’re asking for me to paddle that peach-shaped arse until it blooms red.”
My mate takes another step toward me and for a split second I think about dropping my robe and letting him do just that, but he does have guests, and a meeting with a man he’s been avoiding for weeks, so that has to wait.
“I’ll be down soon!” I sing-song as I race into the bathroom and slam the door, locking it behind me just as I hear a thud.
If he really wanted to, Wraith could get into this room with ease.
