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With his lips. His tongue. His cock. However she’d like to. Wherever she’d like to.
“You are dangerous, Remis Lexmore,” she whispered. “If you’re not careful I might let you fulfill every dirty little promise you make me as you try to plead for your life.”
The distance between them was too much. His mind was screaming to close every inch of space that separated them. Kiss her, kiss her now, you fool! Remis tilted toward her—the space she’d occupied was suddenly empty. The thud of her steps had him turning to watch as she sauntered away.
Meira had done an awful lot of chasing to get to him. Perhaps she deserved to be chased herself.
29
Meira
There was only one bed.
Mere minutes ago, Meira had scoured the small home for any other hiding assassins. She had been aware that there was only one bedroom—this place had only been intended for Remis after all—but now, as she stood shoulder to shoulder with him just inside the doorway of the room, she still found herself surprised.
The room itself was quite plain. White walls, minimal decor, a wardrobe on one side of the room stocked with clothes, another fireplace to warm the room, and the single overstuffed bed. To be fair, the bed was quite large for one man and they might even be able to lay in it side by side and never touch. He’d be terribly close to her though. Close enough she might give in and let him kiss her again.
Sighing, she looked behind her toward the dark hall. She could take the couch that was in the sitting room. Slender as it was, it was better than most other places she slept while out on a mission. Her side ached though the bleeding had long stopped and the wound was likely well on its way to healed thanks to the power in her veins.
“Looks cozy.” Remis gave her a pretty half-smile, moving toward the bed with its thick comforter and overflow of pillows. Blankets creased under him as he sat on the edge, bouncing once as though to test it before he patted the space next to him.
“I’ll take the couch.” At least from the couch she could watch the front door for any other unwelcome guests. She turned from the room, but before she could even take another step, Remis had closed the distance between them, his fingers taking hold of her wrist to stop her.
She wanted to run out of his reach. She wanted to throw herself into his arms.
By the Dragons, she wanted to be done with these warring emotions inside of her.
“Meira,” he said quietly, “stay.”
“Remis—”
“If you do not wish to be touched then I will not touch you.” His hand fell back to his side. “Stay. Sleep.”
It was tempting to finally lay her head somewhere that would allow her sore body to relax. More so, it was tempting to lay herself next to the man who so thoroughly confused her.
“Though to be quite clear,” he said, his voice dropping even lower to a strained rasp, “I do want to touch you. I want to do more than touch you. I want to devour you.” His eyes darkened. “Run from me, little witch, and I shall take your place as the wolf and hunt you down. Say the word and I’ll give chase. Then when I have you, there will be no flesh on your body that I will not know completely. That I will not taste. And you—you will beg for mercy when I’ve brought you so thoroughly to climax that your body has gone utterly limp.”
Meira sucked in a breath. Frozen to the spot, all she could do was stand under the intensity of his hungry gaze. Butterflies took flight in her stomach. Warmth pooled at her center and between her legs.
Yes, her mind screamed. Yes. She wanted to let him be the wolf. She could play the part of the rabbit long enough.
“Do you want to play, Meira?” he asked, looking down his nose at her, stepping close enough that he forced her to tip her head back to keep their gazes locked.
For once, she didn’t want to be the one in control. She could have this next hour to let him be the one hunting. Her cheeks and chest felt hot at the idea. Her underwear was so thoroughly soaked at the very imaginings of it.
“Yes,” she answered. She’d take his challenge and play his wicked games. Perhaps she’d even like it. This was the danger of letting him in. And it was equally as thrilling.
He grinned. A wide showing of teeth that sent a shiver down her spine and raised the hair on the back of her neck. When he wanted to, Remis could certainly look the part of a predator.
Slowly, his hands found her waist, smoothed down over her leathers to her hips, and found her sword belt. Remis’ gaze never broke from hers as his fingers deftly undid the buckles. The belt loosened on her waist and disappeared completely before he tossed the belt and sword behind them onto the bed.
With one crooked finger, he lifted her chin further.
“Run.”
Meira did not need to be told twice. She turned down the hall, cataloging what she remembered of the home briefly in the back of her mind. Boots thudding against the ground, she ran. The small home consisted of the bedroom, hall, sitting room, dining room, and kitchen. Both the kitchen and further down the hall, past where Remis stood in the doorway of the bedroom, there were closets, but the enclosed space wouldn’t give her room to fight, much less get away if she was found.
He hadn’t told her how much of a head start he’d give her. There were so few precious seconds for her to make a plan. The soles of her boots squealed as she turned out of the hall and into the dining room. She was hardly winded from the activity but her breath came in pants as the excitement began to consume her. With efficient speed, Meira plucked at the laces on her boots, loosened them enough that she could slip her feet out, and left them sitting in the walkway. With any luck he’d trip over them and that would give her more time.
