38. The Wanting #2
Was he going to walk out here and find us like this?
I looked at Yilan and she looked at me.
“Yilan? Beautiful, are you here?” His voice was muffled—he’d gone to her bathing room and her dressing room. He was searching.
I bared my teeth and Yilan shook her head in denial as I shuddered, fighting a war not to remove myself from her and go throttle that poor, tortured bastard. But the drive within me was undeniable. She was mine. She had to be mine.
Melek, she mouthed. Don’t.
I slid a hand up to her hair, scraping nails on her scalp as I grabbed a fistful and pulled her head back so her chin tipped up.
She blinked, then her eyes widened. She shook her head as I slowly, slowly drew out of her, her jaw going slack when I drove back in, my arm braced behind the hollow of her back and pulled her down onto me.
Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
Inside her room, Turo was growing frantic. “Where the fuck are you?”
His footsteps clipped across the room, nearing the doorway out onto the balcony.
As he stepped into the doorway and leaned out, she wrapped her arms more tightly around me and everything went… oddly unfocused. Time seemed strangely malleable as Turo leaned out of the door and looked right at us… then in the other direction, frowning and muttering to himself.
He hadn’t seen us? I blinked.
She walked me in the shadows?!
My head snapped and I looked down at her in shock. Yilan’s eyes grew round. We couldn’t speak, couldn’t let him know we were there. But as he eased back into the room, still muttering under his breath, I gripped her hips and began drawing out of her again.
Her fingers clawed at my back, but she could say nothing or risk revealing our presence. The battle waged inside her, rippling in the bond—half of her protesting the loss of me, the other half pleading with me not to do anything stupid.
But Turo still hadn’t moved, and he muttered a curse.
“Has that fucker taken you somewhere? Shit! ”
Finally, his footfalls drew away. I shuddered, and unleashed, tilting my hips and pressing so hard and fast into her that her lip trembled.
My body felt fully present, and yet strangely light, the union of our flesh in this shadow she created was eerie, as if the world around us had grown thin.
Yet she was just as fully present in the flesh as she had always been.
Her nails bit into my neck and she glared a warning at me, even if it was through hooded eyes.
But there was another male within arms reach who wanted her. One who would take her if she allowed it.
I didn’t stop.
I could hear that prick in her space, muttering, scrambling. I had no idea what he was doing, but he would not have her!
I took her, again and again, holding her head back, staring deep into her eyes, forcing her to see no one but me, to think of nothing but me.
Her mouth fell open and her jaw trembled.
She barely breathed. Her nails clawed into my scalp and my shoulder, savage enough to leave bloody score marks, and still I didn’t stop.
As her body began to pulse and tighten, I dropped my chin and breathed into her ear.
“Mine, Yilan. You belong to no one but me!”
Then I grabbed for her thigh, pulling her knee higher as I pulled out of her again, then plunged back in with such force if I hadn’t been wearing leathers, our skins would have slapped.
She gasped and I took her mouth, tangling our tongues and swallowing the rush of air from her lungs as she fought to remain silent while her body detonated in pleasure.
And when she braced her shoulders against the wall, her back arching and her jaw wide, as she clenched around me and her eyes rolled back, I came like I’d been thrown off a cliff.
Both of us writhing, silent, fighting not to be discovered, just feet from the man who would steal her from me given half a chance to do so. The beast within me roared, and the bond sang with it as she clung to me, trembling, weeping silently, our bodies shuddering.
And then we slumped.
Shivers and shakes danced up and down my spine. Yilan was trembling in my arms. Our bodies still pulsed and throbbed .
We both breathed open mouthed, fighting to keep our heaving pants silent.
Suddenly I could hear again—a series of scratches and another curse from inside the room, then the crinkle of paper. As I dropped my sweaty forehead against Yilan’s, bootsteps clipped towards the door.
Warm light eased out of the door onto the balcony, along with a deep voice in the echoing hallway beyond, then the door clicked closed and the darkness returned.
“Holy shit… holy shit!”
I raised my head to stare down at my mate, still trembling in my arms. Her eyes were wide and her chin a little shaky.
Then she blinked and her eyes narrowed. “What the fuck, Melek!” she hissed, slapping my chest. “What the actual fuck was that!?”
She shoved me off of her, forcing me to pull out and let her down as she continued to slap at my chest and curse me.
“We shouldn’t… that wasn’t… I can’t believe you did that!” she whisper screamed, grasping at her clothes which were torn and twisted around her beautiful body, the leather straps falling off, leaving her half-naked and draped in the ragged tears of that thin, half-sheer fabric.
I wanted her again.
“Melek!” she hissed, planting both fists on her hips. “Don’t look at me like that—if he’d had the presence of mind to sense us, you could have caused a fucking war!”