Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,25
Before he says a word, he wraps his arms around me and squeezes. “We shall find out if this is all real, or if you have indeed altered my reactions to you.”
I should be angry at his words, at his suggestion. I’m not. Closing my eyes, no anger comes, instead I’m filled with an indescribable hurt. I don’t know why his words affect me as much as they do. But I feel it down in my bones, the pain of his words is more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before and I don’t understand it.
Without a word, he releases me and slips from me before he slides from the bed. I watch, my eyes welling with tears as he makes his way over to the fire and places a couple of logs there, still completely naked as he walks over to the door and yanks it open, bellowing down the hall.
Grabbing ahold of the thick blanket that is being used as both a top sheet and a comforter, I pull it up my body to shield my nakedness.
Almost immediately, Jasmine, Katrina, and Ellyn arrive in the doorway. Elias steps aside and my eyes widen in surprise. He’s still completely nude as he begins to bark orders at the women. All three of them dip their chins before they turn and scurry off.
Sitting up, the blanket still pressed to my chest, I call out Elias’ name. He turns his head, his dark brown hair deliciously messy from sleep, so much so that I almost forget what I wanted to say to him.
“You’re naked,” I point out.
His lips frown before they tip up in a smirk. “And?”
“And they all just saw you.”
His lips shift from a smirk to a full-blown smile. I forget about the hurt that he’d just delivered as I watch him stalk toward me, his massive chest on display. He climbs up the bottom of the bed and I’m forced to lay back down as he covers me with the entire length of his own body.
Elias’ lips are hovering above mine, still turned up into a devilish grin. “Do the men in your land stay covered all of the time?” he asks, his lips touching mine with each word that he says.
“Not completely, but they definitely don’t show their penis off to the world,” I point out.
He laughs softly, his mouth brushing mine. “Does this upset you, that the servants have seen me in my glory?” he asks.
I want to tell him to not be so damn cocky, but there is the little fact that yes, it does bother me. Wrapping my arms around his lower back, I run my nails back and forth there. He closes his eyes with a grunt before he reopens them.
“I just…”
I let the words trail off because how do you tell a man who is obviously delusional, who has kidnapped you and that you’ve only known for twenty-four hours that you want to be the only one who sees him naked?
The cocky asshole has me figured out though. His grin doesn’t die, not even as he runs his nose alongside my own. “Do not want anyone getting any ideas about me, eh? Want to keep the size of my wimble all to yourself?”
I can’t help but let out a laugh at his words. “Wimble?” I ask between giggles.
He tilts his head to the side. His mouth capturing mine causing my laughter to die in my throat as he fills me with his tongue. I don’t hear the people moving around the room, I also don’t see the way the women and the boys who carried the tub into the room watch us.
I don’t see the gold light that surrounds us, or the way that they all stare in awe at the magic that they witness between their king and me.
ELIAS
Love drunk? Perhaps a fool as well. Leaving Sybilla in my personal chambers with a bath, food to break her fast, and the three women as her handmaids I make my way to my chancery to break my own fast, alone in my thoughts.
Turning my back to my door, I stare out of the window and watch the castle grounds. People mill around, doing their duties to help keep their families fed and this castle in working order. I can do naught but think of Sybilla. She has consumed me in such a short period of time that I’m concerned.
Witchcraft.
It is the only explanation. I was not even this taken with the woman