A Crown Of Smoke And Ash - Sloane Murphy Page 0,64
had no idea, there was no way I could.
“Yeah, pretty much.” Tobias gives me a small smile. “Don’t worry, when Leandra gets back tomorrow, his grumpy ass will be kept in line.”
“Leandra?” I ask, looking between them both.
“His mate,” Roman answers, “which reminds me…”
“And on that note, I’m out of here. Have a nice night!” he calls out as he walks away from us, and shuts the door behind him.
Roman looks down at me, heat in his eyes, and kisses me like he won’t survive another second without his lips on mine. “Be my mate?”
The words are a whispered plea amongst the panted breath from his kiss which sears every inch of me. “Always.”
The words have barely left my lips when he takes off up the wide staircase, and to what I assume is his bedroom.
Our bedroom.
White walls, with a wall of glass that looks out the back of the house with a door at one end. I pay closer attention, and realize the door leads to a huge balcony which stretches the length of the room, the glass letting the sun filter in and light the space. A huge bed in the middle of the back wall, with dark green accents splashed around the room.
I don’t remember what the mate bond entails, but it doesn’t matter. For him, I’d do anything, so it’s irrelevant. He places me on the edge of the bed, before striding over to the wall of glass. He pushes a button and the glass frosts over, still letting light in, but I can no longer see through it. I guess the point is so that no-one can see in.
His eyes glow as he looks back at me. He strides back and kneels in front of me, lifting each of my feet and taking off my shoes. His hands almost shake with restraint as he stands and tears off his t-shirt.
“Stand up,” he demands, and just the sound of is voice, the authority, makes me wet for him, his eyes glow brighter when he notices. I do as I’m told and stand, waiting for his next order, the man before me is no longer just my wolf, he’s the Alpha of Alphas.
“Take off your pants.” A shiver runs through me at his words, but I do as he asks and unbutton my jeans, slowly taking them off, and kick them across the room. His throat bobs as he swallows, and I want to lick him, bite him, make him mine, but I wait, because this is very much his show. He stalks towards me, slowly, every step predatory, and I feel myself physically shudder as the hairs on my arms and neck raise with each step of his.
He stops before me, so close we’re practically touching, but no actual contact, and it drives me wild. He reaches behind me, pulling the tie from my hair so it’s loose and wild, just like his. “Better,” he says, and steps back again.
I stay rooted to the spot as he pulls a wing back chair from the corner of the room, to directly opposite the end of the bed, and sits in it. One foot up on his knee, like a King in his throne, the power ripples from him and makes my knees weak.
“Take off the shirt,” he says, his voice thick, and I can tell the wolf is there, just below the surface. I pull his t-shirt over my head, and throw it to him where it pools at his feet. His chest rumbles with the movement, and a smile toys on my lips. Standing here in my black and purple, silk and lace underwear set, arms at my sides, waiting for my next instruction, my heart races in anticipation.
“Get on the bed, Remy,” he barks, his voice thick as his eyes glow brighter than I’ve seen in a while. His hands grip the edge of the chair, his white knuckles the only sign of his restraint. I crawl up the bed, and then fan myself across the pillows, my breath shallow with anticipation.
“Touch yourself, Remy. I want to see you come undone.” His growl makes me wetter, so I reach down beneath my panties, sighing as I make contact with the wet nub of nerves. My fingers circle it, and I bite my lip, joining my eyes with his. I run my free hand from my lips, and push down my bra to tweak my nipple, making my back arch with the mix of pleasure and