Ahgony kissed her like he could never get enough of her.
Which he guessed was true enough, since he loved her.
Loved her so much it hurt. But all they could have was this. Stolen moments here and there, when no one noticed.
Right now everyone was celebrating Darius and Nalla’s mating, so no one had noticed them sneaking out.
Mariah was just as eager for him as he was for her and with a rough shove, she pushed him against the dresser, making the whole thing rattle.
- Shh, careful tahlly, they’re going to hear us.
- Don’t care.
- Yeah you do, you’re drunk. I’m not.
He smiled at her adorably cute pout.
- I’d rather not have Rhage pounding the door down, feel me?
She looked at him, blinking rapidly, her big brown eyes, sad.
- You don’t want me?
- Of course I do, you know I do. Hell, if it was for me, I’d be getting mated to you right now.
He tilted her head up so she would look at him.
- You know this, don’t you?
She closed her eyes and leaned against him.
- I know. I just wish…
- I had to do what I did baby. If I hadn’t, who else could have? One of the brothers? Hell. Your dad?
- I know why you did it. It just annoys me because you’re stuck to Darius now.
- Only in the field, not at home.
- Yeah but you now have to risk your life for him.
- I would do that anyway, even if I wasn’t his Ahstrux Nohtrum.
- Because he’s the heir.
- Because he’s my friend. I would do it for any of the other brothers or soldiers too. That’s the way of the brotherhood baby, you know that.
- I don’t get why Wrath lets him fight anyway.
- He’s not happy about it, trust me. But Darius is a warrior, like all of us. Now, can we please stop talking about D? Talking about my best friend while having a raging hard on is disturbing, to say the least.
Mariah grinned.
- Raging, huh?
- Yeah, for you always tahlly.
She kissed the side of his mouth.
- I can take care of that for you…
Mariah nipped at his lips with her fangs before ripping his shirt to pieces.
He laughed.
- You really gotta stop doing that.
- Hmmm why?
- Because there are only so many excuses I can use for explaining ripped shirts.
Her hot tongue darted over his chest, stopping at his nipples. Grinning, she flicked her tongue over them, making him groan.
Damn but she made him crazy.
How he was controlling himself around her, he didn’t know, because all he wanted to do was bury himself inside her wet slick heat.
He also wanted to wait though.
Wanted to do right by her and make her his shellan before making love to her.
