CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT #2
My body was weightless as I walked by Dreven’s side into the old tannery building.
The moment we crossed the threshold, the echo of a distant voice telling me something about going alone somewhere with someone floated through my mind, but it disappeared the second I looked up at those pale blue eyes. They were all that mattered.
“My office is this way,” he said as he led me down a narrow corridor to a door at the end. “We can be alone there. We won’t be interrupted.”
“Sounds perfect.” My voice was breathier than I’d ever heard it, and it was clear as to why.
I’d never seen or met anyone more captivating than Dreven, on land or in the sea, and I knew I never would again.
My body ached for him to touch me with every passing second, until I was practically mewling as he hoisted me up onto the edge of his desk and pushed between my legs.
Those teasing fingers I’d craved only moments earlier slid up my thighs beneath my skirt to toy with the edges of my underwear. “You are a beautiful creature, aren’t you, Myra?”
My head lolled back as his thumb brushed over the thin fabric separating me from what I desperately wanted.
I spread my legs as wide as possible and leaned into his touch, grinding myself against his hand with unabashed hunger.
Drowning in the powerful rush of desire, my mind was lost to all but the crescendo of need growing inside me, begging to be released.
My eyes rolled back as he played my body like the instrument it was, and I bit my lip to withhold the cry threatening to escape me.
Instead, a keening sound broke free, followed by mumbled words.
“Yes, Yael…”
Dreven’s hand stopped abruptly, and I wriggled against him in a silent plea to continue. When he didn’t, I opened my eyes to an icy glare looking back. “What did you call me?”
“What?” I asked, breathing hard and trying to focus.
“You called me another name, and I want to know. What. It. Was.”
Shit… shitshitshit… The things I needed to unpack in that moment were too many to count, but nothing mattered more than appeasing the murderous-looking god of a being before me. Yael—that was the niggling in the back of my mind. I was there to find Yael’s sister.
With that reminder, I leaned forward and placed my hand gently on Dreven’s arm in what I hoped looked like a seductive apology.
The moment my skin met his, that heady rush slammed into me again, and I swallowed hard as I tried to hold onto conscious thought long enough to do what I needed to in order to get answers.
“Tell me about the last night you saw Jemma Kristoris,” I said in a sultry voice, pushing my Siren’s Song power into it at full force in the hope that it would penetrate the fog of sex his presence seemed to cast over me.
That icy stare went wide as my question and magic overwhelmed him, but it quickly gave way to one filled with lust and desire.
He leaned forward enough for his hand to slide along my thigh again, but this time it held a sense of urgency it hadn’t before, and I melted at the touch.
His lips crashed against mine and I was lost again, wrapped up in the surge of passion from him that matched mine.
“She came to me because she needed something,” he said when he came up for breath. “Something to help balance her out. She was tweaking hard by the time she arrived.”
“From what?” I tossed my head back when his thumb resumed its place, but I forced my hand to stay wrapped around his wrist.
His lips trailed along my jaw to my neck, working their way down to the hollow of my throat. “Evil.”
“Did she say anything to you while she was here that might be linked to her disappearance?”
“Yes,” he whispered against my neck. “She mentioned something about a debt she owed—that before the night was over, she’d have paid it off.”
“A debt to who?”
“I don’t know.” He cupped my breast in his hand and squeezed it, flirting with the line between arousal and pain, and I nearly lost what little focus I’d been able to maintain.
“Where did she go when she left?” I asked, my head lolling back as he pressed tighter between my legs.
“She said she had to make a quick stop to see a lowlife warlock named Orion. She didn’t elaborate as to why.” His mouth dragged along the swell of my breast, and I sucked in a breath. “Anything else you wish to know?”
“Do you know where she is now?”
Pale blue eyes met mine. “I haven’t heard from her since that night,” he said in a chilling voice.
“As far as I know, no one has.” A moment of fear at the implications of his words was quickly erased when his lips worked their way across my chest. “Now, Myra, can we be done with these questions and move on to more entertaining endeavors? Because I’ve never craved someone this desperately before.
” Strong hands gripped my hips and pulled me closer as he whispered in my ear. “And I cannot wait much longer.”
“Neither can I.” My heart slammed against my chest at the promise of what was about to happen.
Then a sharp male voice sliced through my sex-induced haze. “Are you sure about that?”