No. Control. I needed control. Too fast. Too soon. Too much.
“Reeve.” She pulled me on top of her. We both moaned as my weight settled on top of hers, and our bodies just seemed to match—like a puzzle piece sliding into place. Her hands pulled at my back, kneading, tugging, and tightening. ‘Closer,’ she whispered in my head.
I tried. I really tried.
‘We shouldn’t,’ I said, while my hand slid underneath her to try to get her closer. It wasn’t just the pledge enforcing a want. By the winds, I wanted, needed, and intended to make her mine in every sense of the word. Mine. I’d never wanted to possess anything as much as I wanted to possess Honor. It was making me a jealous fool at times.
‘I want…,’ Honor said, moaning as kissed her neck. She couldn’t finish that sentence. My muscles stiffened at the word—the pledge was much, much stronger than any will I had to resist on this subject.
‘The blood bond,’ I reminded her.
‘Mmm. I love you, Reeve,’ she said. Her words almost incited the same response as the pledge would have.
Control. I needed to regain control of myself.
‘I love your hair,’ she said, sliding her hands into it. ‘Shiny. I love shiny silver.’
‘It’s the same color as Tuck,’ I said, covering her mouth with mine.
‘I love you more than Tuck.’
‘I love you more than anything,’ I replied, and I was grateful for the mental bond that allowed me to say such true but emotionally motivated words in our heads. I could just imagine the mimicry of the other Brethren we’d be hearing otherwise.
Her hands slid down my back, leaving tingling warmth in their trail.
‘Your body is yummy,’ she said.The imagery of oral interest juxtaposed with my body was too much. My control was slipping—dissolving in desire. My skin felt hyper aware of the slim, beautiful curves beneath me. Throbbing heat flushed every point of intersection of our skin.
I rolled her back on top. I was having a hard time remembering why we wanted to wait, and what was wrong with the floor after all.
A moment later, Thor stood at the top of the stairs and said, “Reeve, send Honor and her nimble little fingers up here.” I was grateful that three hundred feet of stairs and a closed door prevented Honor from hearing that—and the raucous laughter that followed.
They would all be tripped before the day was over.
I needed to stop. We needed to stop. This shouldn’t happen on the floor anyway. I intended for it to happen far away from the prying ears of the Brethren. Honor’s heartbeat gave away my desire as much as her own. It was pounding—and the sound stroked the ego I hadn’t known I possessed.