Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)(88)
“Welcome.” I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his warm forehead…and my glistening eyes met cold, simmering navy blue’s, fire barely banked from under dipped, hooded lids. His body appeared relaxed but vigilant in his duty as Lajak…but those hidden eyes…I exhaled, closing my own against the furious hatred and boiling jealousy he didn’t bother hiding from me, right here, right now, and I finished kissing Leric’s forehead gently before turning my head, and barely hung on to my control as I made myself eat.
As we entered my room, Lajaks following from their rooms with their own duffels already over their shoulders, just making a pit stop for my own bag, half filled with my normal clothes, half with outfits Roselle had given me. I slammed the door shut behind me, privacy spell firmly activated, and ordered gruffly, “Nobody says a damn word.” I was on the fringes of balling like a girl and pulling a damn gun just to hear the sound it made when fired I was so furious, my emotions on a damn roller coaster ride…for both men.
Sin cleared his throat, ignoring my mandate, and flicked a finger absently in the air, stating, “Perhaps you should find a jacket. A long one.” Wide hand motions. “And puffy.”
I…lost…it.
Picking up a lamp, I hurdled it at his head. He ducked, so I grabbed the small crystal bird statues, and started chucking those. Then, anything else I could find, items crashing and breaking as he dodged each one, taunting me merrily, the sound of tinkling glass and porcelain shattering.
Sin ducked a picture frame, waving his hands at the wide-eyed Elders and Kings. “Everyone out.” More hand waving, then a quick pivot and jump from the wooden chair I heaved at his feet. “Really, give us a moment.”
“At least she doesn’t have a gun,” Brann murmured quietly, then ducked the book I threw at him, hurrying out of the room, most of the Elders, and both Kings, leaving as I threw a glass and platinum clock at Sin…dammit…almost hitting him.
But, Elder Farrar shut and locked the door, placing his back to it, appearing damn amused, tilting to the side absently when a shard of porcelain flew at his shoulder. “Ms Jules, you’re ruining perfectly decent decorations…and none of them are hitting their mark, anyway.” A head tilt to Sin as he spun from the hairdryer I threw. “Nice feet work.”
I froze in surprise when massive warm arms enveloped me from behind, wrapping around my arms tightly, lifting me straight off my feet, the scent of a forest before a rainfall, shadowy and invigorating filling my senses, and I instantly began beating at his strong legs with my fists, shouting, “Let go of me, you fucking prick.”
A wolf growl sounded low, and furious, at my ear.
Elder Farrar rapidly moved when Sin started forward, grabbing his shoulders and twisting him in the other direction, herding a quickly turning furious Sin toward the balcony, the door opening with the flick of his hand before he shoved Sin outside it, stepping out with him, the door and white curtain shutting, effectively leaving me alone in a spelled privacy room with…Elder Merrick.
“Let me go,” I screamed, jerking inside his hold.
His arms only tightened as he growled against my ear, “Did you like being on his fucking lap while he was aroused? Did you feel his cock hard for you? Was it fucking pressing up against your soft flesh?” His wolf snarled loudly as he dipped his head, running his nose along my throat, inhaling heavily. “I can smell him on you.” A long snarl dipping into a drawn out growl. “Tell me, spirit bitch, did it feel good? Is that why you squirmed on his lap? Were you fighting to keep from becoming wet?”
“If you could scent him, then you know I wasn’t aroused.” I trembled inside his hold, furious with loathing for how he played me, but a simmering heat was building low in my gut, wetness heating between my thighs, but I went for anger, hissing, “And you have no right to ask me any of these questions.” I jerked inside of his hold, his scent spiking, spicing with the evergreen.
Fingers digging in to me, voice furious with rage, he shouted against my ear, “I can’t stand it when he touches you! It took all my fucking willpower to keep from ripping his fucking head off!” With incredible speed, my arms were suddenly free, but I was still inside his hold, off the floor, one of his arms unbreakably wrapped around my stomach, his other hand palming a tender, swollen breast brutally, squeezing possessively, a gasp of air rushing past my lips in a yearning fury. “Forty years…forty fucking years I couldn’t get your breasts out of my mind. A damn spirit Elemental who could annihilate us all.” My chest heaving as I sucked in oxygen, his power intoxicating and wild, beginning to build around us, weighing heavily with his need as his hand dropped, dipping below my waistline and delving down to my wet core, palming me possessively. “And the goddamn fucking pussy from heaven.” He bit my neck sharply, my head pressed to the side, neck bared to his lash of teeth sinking into my flesh, his wolf growling loudly, shaking the very air around us with his vehemence.
I choked on a scream as he pushed off with his legs, and we were airborne, his teeth unlatching from my throat. Dizzy, I was damn dizzy when we landed next to my bed, my chest being shoved down onto the mattress, bent over the edge. He gripped the back of my neck hard with one hand, keeping me prone while he flipped my skirt up over my hips, cupping me again, rubbing his warm palm back and forth over my wetness, his voice half wolf as he growled harshly, “I don’t want him fucking touching your cunt.” Releasing his hold on my neck, he dropped to his knees behind me. “This is my heaven to pleasure and loathe.”