Captive of Wolves (Bound to the Fae #1) - Eva Chase Page 0,75

Sylas catches my wrist. When I glance back at him, there’s something so haunted in his gaze it squeezes my heart.

Whatever emotion that was, he masters it a moment later. He drops my arm and shifts farther across the bed, leaving more room for me. “Fine. Only to sleep. Just keep your hands to yourself.”

The hint of a growl in his voice sends another of those giddy shivers through me. I lay my head down. “Thank you.”

When I drift off, it’s with a vision of his hands moving over me like the currents in the pool’s water.

22

Sylas

I wake up painfully hard. The scrap of a girl isn’t even close enough to touch, tucked under the sheet at the far end of the bed with her head nestled in my other pillow, but the memory of her lithe body beneath me has been floating through my head all night. That and her scent: woodsy and sweet but not syrupy, like maple sap that hasn’t been simmered to tameness.

I want to drink it off her skin. I want to watch those delicately green eyes dilate with pleasure.

I’m going to explode right here in the bed if I don’t rein in thoughts like that.

She’s so deeply asleep that she doesn’t stir as I get up. I pause by the door to my en-suite lavatory, taking in the softness of her face in sleep, the contrast of the pale skin with the deep pink hair falling around it.

She must have meant it when she said she felt safe in here. With me. She sounded as if she meant it, but the words were so jarring I couldn’t fully accept them.

A bittersweet pang echoes through my chest, but it does nothing to diminish the erection tenting the fabric of my drawers. If I am going to be safe for her in every possible way, I’d better take care of that.

I lock the lavatory door, because I’m not sure I could control my hunger if she wandered in while I’m in the middle of satisfying these urges, and turn on the water in the shower alcove. It thrums through the pipes and rushes over me in a hot stream. I comb it through my hair and let it cascade over my body, and then I bring my hand to my throbbing cock.

I’m keyed up enough that just that first touch sends a bolt of pleasure through my loins. Bracing my other arm against the wall, I bow my head to the shower spray still raining over me and grip myself firmly.

As I build up a rhythm, stroking from head to base, I can’t help picturing Talia kneeling before me. Her pink hair slicked back from her face. Her perfect Cupid’s bow lips wrapping around my erection. Her tongue slicking a heady line along the underside of my cock while she gazes up at me in a haze of desire.

Would she cringe if she knew I was thinking of her that way? I can’t believe she understood just what she was offering last night, hesitant and stuttering. That mouth has never taken a cock into it; no part of her has been so penetrated.

But she wasn’t unwilling. Regardless of how well she understands carnal acts, there was no mistaking the tang of arousal she gave off while I loomed over her.

I want to do right by her, to make up for the horrors she’s been subjected to under Aerik’s roof and now mine. But Heart help me, I want to take her too, so badly the memory of her gasp when I first caught her last night sends me careening right over the edge, balls clenching, semen spurting against the wall.

I haven’t come this hard in ages.

Afterward, I don’t feel quite as unburdened as I was hoping. My cock softens, but a knot of lustful tension remains coiled behind my groin. My chest still tightens at the thought of walking back into my chamber and seeing her in my bed.

Well, there’s one way to douse most of my lingering desire. I switch the tap to cold and let an icy torrent pour over me until even my bones are chilled.

The frigid deluge leaves me fully alert and focused. I dry myself briskly, pull on fresh drawers and my dressing gown, and start toward the door.

I’m still a few strides away when my ears pick up a sound that stops me in my tracks. It’s the slightest intake of breath but with a husky note that shoots straight