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Authors: Jessica Aspen
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queen, but Kian, as well. Kian was using her to win his freedom. But when she looked into his extraordinary violet eyes, a lost boy looked out. Anxious, nervous. And angry.
CHAPTER FIVE
The delicious spiced-rose scent wafted clear across the library, where Kian stayed far away from the temptation of the woman who might be close to curing his curse. The last two weeks deciphering the spell had been the best days he’d spent in his memory. And they’d been hell.
Even now, with every turn of the page of the book, every shift on the chair, every frustrated exhale, the taste and texture of woman and roses wafted to his sensitive nose.
“I think we have it.” Bryanna sat up and turned. “Kian, stop pacing and come look. I think I finally made out that passage.”
“Are you sure?” He crossed to her, unable to stay away. “The spell says we need to do this during the full moon, that’s tonight.” The torture of nearly being cured, of having this woman near him day in and day out for the last two weeks—and being unable to touch her—had him at the breaking point.
“Well, there’s this last sentence that I still cannot make out. It’s just too faded. I’d feel better if we knew what that said. But this word, ngythryn ? Remember how I wasn’t sure what it said? I finally found a translation in here.” She held up another worn out spell book. “It’s in the old language. The one my people used to use to hide what they were doing from the authorities. And it’s changed over the years, so I wasn’t sure if it meant you had to be in the pentacle or I should be in the pentacle.”
“Would that even make a difference?”
“I don’t know.” She sucked in her lower lip and he fisted his paws under his cloak. Over the last two weeks he’d imagined plunging his cock deep inside her while sucking on that lower lip. Biting it. Savaging the tender plump flesh.
He stifled a groan. He was at the end of his tolerance.
If she didn’t cure him during this full moon he wasn’t sure he could be close to her, spending time not touching her, while they waited for another one. He desired her with the fierce hunger of having been too long without a woman, and she was the perfect woman. Smart, sexy, and seated inches away. But every time she looked at him, he knew she saw a monster.
“Kian?” She was staring at him. She must have said something more. He should be paying attention.
“I’m sorry. It’s getting so close, I’m having trouble concentrating.” Better she think he was frustrated with being close to curing the curse than the truth. That imagining her smooth, silky skin under that dress had brought him close to violence.
“I was saying, I’m not sure if it would make a difference, but I don’t want to leave anything to chance.”
“You haven’t.” She sat inches away. Her trust in his restraint was unimaginable.
“But, how can you be sure? That last sentence might change everything.”
He wished he could take her hands, and pull her close. Tell her that he believed in her in a way that she would accept mind, body, and soul. But he couldn’t. Even if she’d accept the contact, if he touched her, he’d be lost.
He wrapped his cloak close and captured her gaze with the only thing left to him that was still recognizable in his face, his eyes. “I’ve watched you pore over that spell. You’ve double checked it, and worried over it, more than a new mother with her first babe. If I’ve learned nothing about you over this fortnight, it’s that you would sooner die than fail.”
Her eyes widened, the long lashes blinking in surprise.
He swallowed, containing his body’s instant response to her unconscious flirting. “You may not acknowledge it to yourself, you may continue to say these words, that you’re not ready. But—” He leaned in. Close enough that the soft pants of her breathing skimmed the fur on his cheeks.
CHAPTER FIVE
The delicious spiced-rose scent wafted clear across the library, where Kian stayed far away from the temptation of the woman who might be close to curing his curse. The last two weeks deciphering the spell had been the best days he’d spent in his memory. And they’d been hell.
Even now, with every turn of the page of the book, every shift on the chair, every frustrated exhale, the taste and texture of woman and roses wafted to his sensitive nose.
“I think we have it.” Bryanna sat up and turned. “Kian, stop pacing and come look. I think I finally made out that passage.”
“Are you sure?” He crossed to her, unable to stay away. “The spell says we need to do this during the full moon, that’s tonight.” The torture of nearly being cured, of having this woman near him day in and day out for the last two weeks—and being unable to touch her—had him at the breaking point.
“Well, there’s this last sentence that I still cannot make out. It’s just too faded. I’d feel better if we knew what that said. But this word, ngythryn ? Remember how I wasn’t sure what it said? I finally found a translation in here.” She held up another worn out spell book. “It’s in the old language. The one my people used to use to hide what they were doing from the authorities. And it’s changed over the years, so I wasn’t sure if it meant you had to be in the pentacle or I should be in the pentacle.”
“Would that even make a difference?”
“I don’t know.” She sucked in her lower lip and he fisted his paws under his cloak. Over the last two weeks he’d imagined plunging his cock deep inside her while sucking on that lower lip. Biting it. Savaging the tender plump flesh.
He stifled a groan. He was at the end of his tolerance.
If she didn’t cure him during this full moon he wasn’t sure he could be close to her, spending time not touching her, while they waited for another one. He desired her with the fierce hunger of having been too long without a woman, and she was the perfect woman. Smart, sexy, and seated inches away. But every time she looked at him, he knew she saw a monster.
“Kian?” She was staring at him. She must have said something more. He should be paying attention.
“I’m sorry. It’s getting so close, I’m having trouble concentrating.” Better she think he was frustrated with being close to curing the curse than the truth. That imagining her smooth, silky skin under that dress had brought him close to violence.
“I was saying, I’m not sure if it would make a difference, but I don’t want to leave anything to chance.”
“You haven’t.” She sat inches away. Her trust in his restraint was unimaginable.
“But, how can you be sure? That last sentence might change everything.”
He wished he could take her hands, and pull her close. Tell her that he believed in her in a way that she would accept mind, body, and soul. But he couldn’t. Even if she’d accept the contact, if he touched her, he’d be lost.
He wrapped his cloak close and captured her gaze with the only thing left to him that was still recognizable in his face, his eyes. “I’ve watched you pore over that spell. You’ve double checked it, and worried over it, more than a new mother with her first babe. If I’ve learned nothing about you over this fortnight, it’s that you would sooner die than fail.”
Her eyes widened, the long lashes blinking in surprise.
He swallowed, containing his body’s instant response to her unconscious flirting. “You may not acknowledge it to yourself, you may continue to say these words, that you’re not ready. But—” He leaned in. Close enough that the soft pants of her breathing skimmed the fur on his cheeks.
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