Burning Dawn
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So, why is a sense of depression settling over my shoulders?
It wasn’t. That was an alcohol-soaked imagination only.
“You won’t consider staying with me?” he asked quietly.
“No, but I’ll consider stripping you,” she replied, trying again to pull him on top of her.
Though his electric blues glowed with an odd mix of anger and yearning, he once again resisted. “You need to rest, kulta.”
The sense of depression took root and grew. If he desired her even half as much as she desired him, he would be inside her right now. “Thane.”
“I won’t take you like this. Sleep, Elin,” he commanded—and walked away, leaving her alone.
 
 
CHAPTER TWENTY

ELIN SAT UP with a jolt. Disoriented, she scanned her surroundings. Spacious bedroom, barren walls. A window with bright morning light slanting through. Very little furniture. A bed—empty, except for her. Thane’s room. One he’d never shared with another female. And apparently hadn’t actually shared with her. Where was he?
Memories of her drunken behavior came back in a rush, and she groaned, burying her head in her hands. She’d asked Thane to be her lover, and he’d agreed. Hadn’t he? But then, he’d left her, saying he refused to take her, anger clearly riding him.
Did he still want her?
Maybe not. Did she still want him?
She pictured his smoldering eyes and his wicked smile. Those glorious wings. Those smoking-hot abs. The jumbotron.
And she didn’t have to rack her brain for his other admirable attributes. Strength. Sweetness that seemed to be reserved for her, and her alone. Intelligence. Resourcefulness. Protective instincts. A vulnerability he tried to hide but couldn’t. A fierce savagery both on and off the battlefield.
So, did she really need to think about it? No.
Elin still wanted Thane. Badly.
Determined to find him, she threw her legs over the mattress and stood. Steadiness wasn’t a problem. Not once, in all of her years, had she ever experienced a hangover. No matter how much she’d drunk. Besides a slight twinge in her temples, she was fine today, too. She padded to the bathroom, where she planned to wash away last night’s funk, and stripped. Thane must have anticipated her needs because he’d left a toothbrush, soaps, and toiletries, as well as clean clothing he must have taken from her room.
Had he personally picked the items or had he sent someone else to do it?
After a quick shower and blow-dry, she tugged on the clothes. A white T-shirt, paired with hip-hugging jeans and a matching bra-and-panty set. In red, with peekaboo lace. Well, she now had the answer to her question. Thane had picked. The bright color of the bra showed through the shirt, something a man wouldn’t have considered. Or maybe he’d chosen accordingly, for that exact reason.
“Why did you dress?”
The smoky voice came from behind her. Blood heating, she whipped around. Her heart almost stopped. Thane stood in the doorway, a tower of beauty and menace— Wait, menace? Yes, she realized. A fire blazed in his eyes, evidence of a ruffled temper.
She wasn’t afraid.
His beautiful white-and-gold wings were tucked into his back, a glimmering robe draping his muscled frame. His blond curls stuck out in spikes, as if he’d plowed his hands through again and again.
“You...” she said, tremors of desire laying siege to her. “The outfit was—”
“For later. After.”
Her heart sped into a too-fast beat. “But you refused me last night.”
“You were drunk, and that’s not the way I want you. Strip,” he ordered softly.
Sweet fancy. He wasn’t worked into a temper. He seethed with sexual need.
But...but...this was happening now? “I,” she began, unsure what she planned to say.
Apparently that was enough. He stalked toward her, every inch the predator. For once, she was happy to be the prey. His mouth crashed against hers, his tongue thrusting inside with a savage intensity that took her from simmer to boil in a single heartbeat.
Her mind tried to play catch-up with her body. Yes, this was happening. No, they weren’t going to stop this time. They were going all the way. It was going to be wild, earthy, and animalistic.
“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, and I won’t.” He nipped his way to her neck, his breath warm and his tongue hot. “But I can’t give you gentle, Elin. Not this time. I’m too desperate. I’ve waited too long. For weeks I’ve thought about how I’ll take you, how you’ll feel and look and sound. And last night was the worst. Or the best. I need to be inside you.” As he spoke, he walked forward, urging her backward until she hit the bathroom wall.
Brick behind her, a mountain of muscle in front.
“I don’t want gentle.” She wound her arms around him, her fingers tangling in his hair. “I just want you.”
“Then you’ll have me.” He ripped at the waist of her jeans. Down went the denim. “Step out of them.”
Cool air stroked her skin as she obeyed.
A man on a mission, he straightened and yanked the shirt over her head. With a few flicks of his wrist, he had a thick hunk of her hair wrapped around his fist, tilting her head. He claimed her lips.
She suspected his control tugged at a very thin leash. Never had he dominated her quite so intently, but she found that she didn’t mind. Actually enjoyed it. Beyond enjoyed. Tension coiled deep in her belly, ready to spring at any moment.
“Thane,” she gasped, and when he bit softly at her, another bolt of pleasure shot through her.
How can you enjoy this? How can you betray Bay?
Surprise had her wrenching away from Thane’s kiss. Guilt tried to flood her, but she resisted. Where had those thoughts come from? “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just...”
He cupped her jaw. “Look at me, kulta.”
Struggling to catch her breath, she met his gaze. Desire had sharpened his features, hooded his eyes and reddened his kiss-swollen lips. “It’s just you and me. Here and now. This moment.”
That’s right. There wasn’t room for unwanted emotions.
“There you are,” he said, and lowered his head. This time, despite his warning, despite her claim to want otherwise, he was gentle, easing her into the passion. His tongue rolled against hers, tasting her, taming her. She melted against him, bones suddenly soft and liquid.