shoulders. Brutal squeeze in, pushing my knees to his earlobes.
“Cry rahmié now, or I’ll snap your head off like a Barbie after Christmas.”
“For the love of fuck.” Jag’s mutter completely contradicted the humor rumbling from
the man in my grip—and the face between my legs.
The face, with eyes piercing like winter skies. With that proud, high warrior’s brow.
With the gentle smile that dominated so many of my fantasies.
And now, one catastrophic nightmare.
“Oh my God.”
Mortified gasp. Paralyzed shock—not seeming to disturb Samsyn in the least. The bastard
chuckled while running his massive hands down—up?—my tense thighs. His mouth kicked
a little higher as our gazes met, exposing a rare glimpse of his gleaming teeth. Had
I ever seen more of the man’s teeth than that? And why the hell was I thinking of
that right now ?
“Well, hello to you too, starlight.”
The nickname, understood by all as his alone to use, rolled off his generous lips
as if we’d seen each other two hours, not two months, ago. I normally delighted in
that dynamic between us but right now, it was too close. He was too close. Too big. Too warm. Too much of everything I desired…and would never
have.
Frustration simmered up. Spilled over. With a snarl, I untangled myself. Scrambled
backward. That would’ve been fine—a few seconds to find the game face he hadn’t given
me time for—if I didn’t glance back up, ensuring I didn’t decapitate him during my
escape.
What the…?
His teeth weren’t visible anymore. But neither was his mirth—nor even the lights in
his eyes.
He swallowed hard then dragged in a ragged breath. Raked a shaky hand through the
top of his thick dark mane. And his other hand…
Frantically adjusted things in his crotch.
Sizable things.
Ohhhh…wow.
“Brooke? You okay?” Jag, sounding like he spoke through a hundred layers of gauze—that
suddenly caught fire. The heat roared through me, drowning my equilibrium, fanned
by the force of one unmistakable concept.
I’d done that to Syn. Instigated that reaction. Made him force a rocky laugh to his lips,
trying to cover it up…resealing the rift in his invisible armor. A glimpse into the
man behind the wall that I’d never imagined seeing. Well…not outside my dreams.
Dammit.
The reality was so much better.
Dammit.
I couldn’t do this. Couldn’t even begin to think, or even hope that he saw me any
differently than six minutes ago, much less six years. Besides, he was a guy. Their
bodies did shit like that, springing up when they weren’t supposed to. And I’d baited
the damn dragon, after all. Royally.
And now, was paying the royal price for it.
A debt I could, and should, just as easily laugh away.
But couldn’t.
Just the preview of Syn…like that…slammed in another recognition. The realization
that I’d never have him like that again. Like a beggar brought to the buffet, only
to be told I couldn’t have another bite.
Problem was…I was still starving.
I had to get out of here. Now.
Chapter Two
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I made my way to the old bridge at Temptina Falls. The decision stemmed from habit more than
logic, and I immediately regretted it. Syn would look for me here first.
“Starlight, star bright.”
Bingo.
He tried to tease with it. Well, his version of teasing. During my first year here,
I didn’t think he comprehended the meaning. It’d only added to his allure, making
me fall harder every time I was lucky enough to see him, when he came to our side
of the island for climbing vacations or training trips with his troops. Every time,
there was something physically different—his muscles got bigger, his hair grew longer—but
the steadfast warrior I’d first met was always there, so different from the brash
boys I’d known back home. Not that Vermont could ever be home, with Rune Kavill living
as a free man. Even if the vermin was existing in some