AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She wanted him and it pissed her off. It was stupid.
“You should go,” she said as she turned and walked down the boardwalk.
“Not bloody likely. I’m staying to help.”
The words made her feel a little better, which only pissed her off more. She stomped faster. “Why?”
“Because I want to. I want to make this right. And I want you. I’ve wanted you for centuries.”
His words made her heart race and her skin prickle. She tried to ignore it as she stopped at her door and pushed it open. She stepped into the small foyer and turned, intending to block him.
“Go, Malcolm. If you want to help so badly, meet us at the temple tomorrow.” She started to shut the door in his face, her heart and body aching to let him in.
He stepped forward and clasped her waist, lifting her and kicking the door closed behind him. His strength made desire flash through her, followed quickly by anger.
“You bastard!” she tried to shove him, but he didn’t budge. He loomed over her, making her heart race. “All you do is butt into my life. You forced your way in by taking the dagger and now you’re forcing your way into my home. I’m sick of it!”
He grasped her wrists in his big hands and forced them down, then pulled her to him.
The look in his eyes sent a shiver through her. He was so strong, so beautiful. His scent and strength were intoxicating, making her dizzy with want.
She hated that she wanted him, hated that he was here.
Most of all, she hated that she could very well die as a result of this mess.
And it wasn’t really his fault. It was her ancestors’ fault. She’d been set up for this for hundreds of years.
And now she might die without knowing what it would be like to be with Malcolm? It wasn’t fucking fair. Her life wasn’t fair. She’d given it all up to help save her village and now she wouldn’t even accomplish that.
And this man who drew her like a moth to flame was here for the taking. He wanted her. She wanted him. So what if she got burned, if she were going to die anyway?
Anger and desire pulsed through her, fueling her. She grabbed his shirt and swung him toward the little living room.
“You want me?” she asked as she pushed him backward toward the couch.
He let her, desire darkening his gaze. “Forever.”
The words just pissed her off more. “Impossible. But this isn’t.” She shoved him onto the couch, then straddled him.
His hands came up to grip her hips.
“Yes,” he breathed as she crushed her mouth to his.
His lips were delicious beneath her own, lush and firm. She sank her hands into his hair and slipped her tongue into his mouth. She wanted to taste more of him. All of him.
She was so mad and needy that she kissed him roughly, angrily. All her rage over her circumstances came out in her kiss, in her motions. She ground herself against him, moaning into his mouth when she felt his hard cock between her thighs.
“Bloody hell, Sofia,” he rasped as he gripped the back of her head with one big hand. His other palm pressed against her lower back, forcing her closer to him.
She reached up and grabbed his hand at her head, then forced it down to the couch. “No, damn it. I’m in charge. You’re always in charge. It’s my turn now.”
He growled at her, his golden gaze glinting in the dim light that shined through the window, but when she pressed her mouth back to his, he put all his anger into his kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and bucking his hips so that his cock pressed against her clitoris.
She shuddered and moved to get closer to that amazing feeling. Her head spun with desire. All she could smell was him, all she could feel was him.
With a shiver, she broke the kiss and scooted back. Her hands trembled as they tugged at his shirt. He sat up and ripped it over his head, revealing the broad expanse of muscle that made her mouth water.
“Gods, you look good,” she said as she ran her hands over his broad pecs and the ridges of his abs. His shoulders were so big that she didn’t know where to start.
