Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)(87)
And dammit, half my Lajaks faces cracked, some chuckling, some choking, putting fists in front of their mouths and coughing gruffly, trying to contain it.
“It’s not funny!” I damn near shouted, shaking my widespread fingers down. “A big, damn horse between my bare legs.” My tiger growled. “Roselle wouldn’t even let me wear underwear.” That…produced more choking.
Sin’s lips pinched together, doing his best to remain in control, but he was staring at my breasts. “And there’s the discomfort,” he flicked a finger to said breasts, “you’re…cold.”
“Jesus, Sin,” King Collins muttered, slapping him upside his head, then turning his back to me, head dipped and shoulders shaking, but silent in his mirth.
“What?” Sin asked innocently, still staring, and his pointed finger made a small circular motion. “It’s like you can see exactly,” He shut up when Elder Merrick knocked him upside his head, much less friendly than King Collins had while I crossed my arms over my chest.
Although, Elder Merrick’s expression was utterly blank, lids hooding his gaze, after that rough action, he asked, “It’s not bareback riding, right?” I ignored the few snickers, and shook my head, so he continued. “Just bring a soft and thin, but sturdy blanket to put between you and the saddle.”
I nodded once, humiliation quickly adding to my anger as my face dipped to view my attire again, but still…”It’s not just embarrassing.” I waved a hand at my attire, but quickly folded my arms over my chest again. “I can’t even carry a gun.”
Back still to me, King Collins lifted a finger in the air, choking, “That’s my Prodigy.”
Sin blinked, still rubbing the back of his head, not glaring at Elder Merrick, but still staring at me, then his eyes gleamed for a moment. “Shit.” A small smile. “I need to take a picture of this.”
“Sin.”
“Oh, come on.” He was already darting to where he had stashed some of his stuff in my room. “I’ll be in it with you, and you know I won’t show anyone.”
I rubbed a hand over my face. “Whatever.” I did have a particularly interesting shot of him and I at the circus, so fair was fair. “But, we’re even.”
“Not even close,” he muttered, slamming the white drawer closed, shaking the camera at me. “That elephant shot is worth, at least,” camera waving up and down my frame, “nine more of these moments.”
Maybe, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.
King Collins stared wide-eyed at Sin over his shoulder, mumbling under his breath in a mantra, “Not going to ask, not going to ask, not going to ask.”
Leric…liked…my outfit.
And that was an understatement.
I was currently sitting on his lap in his study, his arms wrapped around me tight, and any time I tried to get up…the tiger in him growled at me. His scent was so damn heady and spiced, most of the elite Guardians kept itching their noses, not even glancing our way at the early morning breakfast meeting we were having before leaving, and they kept stuttering in whatever they were going to say when his scent spiked further when I moved to, at least, eat something, or when he growled.
“Leric,” I pushed through our bond…and tried really hard to ignore the impressive rising erection I felt growing under my ass, “you’re making them feel uncomfortable.”
His tiger growled through our connection.
“Hush,” I continued our private conversation, crooning softly. “I’m not moving. I’m just eating. But you need to try to calm down.”
His tiger huffed. “It has been a very long time since I’ve had sex.” His face tilted and he nuzzled against my neck, breathing deeply, his voice a deep growl in my mind. “I have been patient, but I want what is mine.”
Oh…boy. “Leric…” I ran my hand threw his soft rolls of white hair, then grabbed tight, yanking his face back a bit, tilting my head so those at the table couldn’t see, holding his gaze steadily. “Calm down. This is not going to happen in here. Act like the One. We have business to take care of before we leave.”
His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. “Promise me you’ll sleep with me tonight.” His eyes flicked between mine. “I know you have Sin in your bed, while night after night I have no one, jealousy and envy eating away at me, all while waiting for you to just look my way.” Silver eyes gazed back at me, a humble, quiet expression. “Please, even if only to sleep.”
Oh…my chest heaved as I realized what I was doing to him. A decent, caring, intelligent man, the man I was forever connected with…how I would feel if the roles were reversed. Alone every night, praying he would knock on my door, as I had once done with the Walker, waiting patiently while burning inside, all while he slept with another woman wrapped in his arms. I felt not only immense guilt that seared my throat, but also tenderness for him that brought stinging tears to my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I blinked hurriedly, “I will…sleep…with you tonight.” I was going to have to figure this shit out in a hurry, but for the time being, I could give him the connection he wanted…and, maybe, I wanted, too.
Soft in my mind. “Thank you.” His chest lowered, the breath he was holding slowly exhaling.