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“Feeling helpless?”
“He’ll go to great lengths to avoid it. I don’t even know if he is capable of maintaining a relationship in the traditional sense. He’ll never change, Nevada. The best you can hope for is that he alters some of his behavior out of respect and consideration for you, but he won’t think that what he does is wrong. He’s ruthless and when he devotes himself to something or someone, that devotion is a frightening thing that doesn’t always survive collision with reality. Take my advice. Walk away.”
“No.”
“He isn’t here. He left you here and went home because he knows that you need time to think. He left the door open for you, so you can make a clean break. No guilt, no pressure. You can still meet someone normal and have a happy life.”
“Are you done?” I asked.
“Will talking more do any good?”
“No. I heard what you had to say. Thank you for worrying about my well-being.” I pulled my blanket back and swung my legs sideways.
“What will happen when you tell him someone aggravated you and he throws that person off the roof?”
“He won’t. He’ll trust me to handle it, because the only way I’ll ever respect his wishes is if he respects mine.”
“Walk away,” Daniela said again.
“Did Rogan ask you to give me this speech?”
“He didn’t have to. I take care of him. We all take care of him. I don’t want to see him hurt. I don’t want you to be hurt.”
I faced her and I let whatever it was that made me Prime show in my eyes.
“I’ve sat here and listened to you talk for an hour. I heard you, I understand, and I’m done. I’m going to get up, get my clothes, and get dressed. Then you will arrange for a car to take me to where Rogan is. If you try to stop me or impede me in any way, I’ll shock the shit out of you. Do we understand each other, Dr. Arias?”
I took a deep breath and rang the bell on the front door of Rogan’s house. After I’d gotten out of bed, Rogan’s people had panicked. Well, panicked might have been too strong of a word. They sprang into action with agitated efficiency. A pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt were brought to me, and by the time I walked out of the building, a car and a driver were waiting for me, with Melosa in the passenger seat, followed by another vehicle filled with armed personnel. They delivered me to Rogan’s front door and beat a strategic retreat.
I did get a chance to ask Melosa about Leon. Apparently he had a feeling that something bad was going to happen to me and Rogan, so he stole a Glock out of our gun cage and caught a ride Downtown. His plan was that Melosa would shield him, while he heroically shot all of our enemies to pieces. Melosa admitted that he was so crushed when he realized that aegis shield worked both ways, that she almost felt sorry for him.
I waited, feeling stupid. Rogan was somewhere inside the house. Here I was, wearing some sweatpants and a wrinkled white T-shirt. My hair was probably greasy. The right side of my face was one big ugly bruise. I . . .
The door swung open and I saw Rogan standing in his living room.
It finally hit me. We’d both survived. We were both alive and he was standing there, and he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. I looked into his eyes and the iced over darkness stared back at me.
No. He was mine. There was a dragon under that ice and I would bring him out.
I walked across the threshold. The door stayed open behind me. He was giving me an escape route.
“You found me,” he said.
“You didn’t hide very well. And I’m a PI.”
“Nevada, nothing’s changed.”
His expression was detached, his voice almost casual. He’d locked his emotions behind a steel wall of his will. Too late, Rogan. I remember the way you looked at me in that cistern.
“Sooner or later, you will become a House,” he said.
“So you told me.”
“Genetics and children will become important.”
“Children are always important.”
“I can’t share, Nevada. I won’t.”
“Share what?”
“Share you,” he said, his voice harsh. Something wild was trying to claw its way out of him. The cold mask was breaking. “I can’t be with you knowing that you will go back to another man, whether you love him or not. It’s beyond me. It wouldn’t end well.”
“That’s good, because I don’t want to share you either.”
“I’ve given all the warnings I can give,” he said. “All in or all out, Nevada. Decide.”
“You’re a fool, Connor.” I slipped out of my shoes and took a step toward him.
The door behind me slammed shut.
Fire flared in his eyes and burned through the darkness. It was more than lust. More than need. Nobody else ever looked at me like that.
Anticipation gripped me.
He strode toward me, confident, unhurried, a dragon in his domain.
“Am I trapped?”
“You walked into my lair.” He circled me, stalking.
The first drop of his magic fell on the back of my neck, hot and soft like velvet. Breath caught in my throat.
“I gave you a chance to escape.”
The magic slid over my spine, setting every nerve aflame.
“You didn’t take it.” He was behind me.
A quick feather-light touch brushed over my shoulders and dashed down my hips. I turned. He was standing a couple of feet away.
“Now you’re mine.”
I moved, and my t-shirt and sweat pants fell off me.
I gasped.
He pulled off his T-shirt, his huge golden body hard, and waited. Giving me one last chance to walk away.
I closed the two steps between us. My breasts mashed against his sculpted chest. The heat of his powerful body burned me. He wrapped his hand in my hair and claimed my mouth.
Magic dripped onto my lower thighs, like molten honey, soft and hot. It pooled on my skin, heating up, the sensation so intense, the pleasure of it was overwhelming. My body turned supple. My breasts ached, suddenly too heavy.
He smelled of sandalwood. The taste of him in my mouth was making me crazy.
An insistent heat built between my legs. I leaned into him, rubbing myself against him, inviting, enticing, trying to seduce.
He let out a short male growl. His hand closed on my ass and he pulled me on to his hips, supporting my weight like it was nothing. The hard length of his cock strained against my aching core. His tongue thrust between my lips again and again, ravaging my mouth. My head was spinning. I wanted to feel his steel-hard shaft, wrapped in silken skin. I wanted his pants off and my panties to disappear. I wanted him to thrust himself inside. Waiting for it was torture. My hands locked on the powerful muscles of his back and I shifted my hips, grinding against him.
The velvet heat slid up the inside of my thighs, ever so slowly. Inch. Another inch. Oh please. Please.
He let me take a breath. We were face to face. His eyes were dark and feral.
“Are you going to warn me not to scream?” I asked.
“Scream all you want,” he said.
“You seem so confident you could make me . . .”
The delicious heat dashed up my thighs and slipped inside of me, straight to the aching center. Molten honey drowned my clit. Pleasure burst in me. I cried out.
He carried me across the room, deeper into his house.
A heavy wooden door burst open in front of us. A massive bed occupied the room—tall, solid, its headboard ancient and scarred. He tossed me onto the bed. The door slammed shut behind me.
I was in the dragon’s cave, on the dragon’s bed, and he thought he caught me. But he was wrong. I caught him.
Connor loomed over me. His pants were gone. He was huge, naked, and corded with muscle. And hung. Oh dear God.
He reached over and pulled off my panties. His gaze roamed my body and his eyes told me he loved what he saw.
I wanted him so much. The anticipation was killing me. It made me shiver.
“Are you cold?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm.
The magic splashed onto my collarbone and rolled lower. Its velvet pressure cupped my breasts. My nipples turned hard. The intoxicating heat slid over them, turning ache into bliss.
I moaned. He was on top of me, his big hands caressing me. His mouth closed on my left nipple and sucked, his tongue painting heat on top of his magic. It was almost too much to take.