Senan pins my wrists above my head beneath the hand spelling out “LOVE.” His other hand falls between us, making me well and truly lost as he flicks his thumb against the bundle of nerves above where we’re joined. Teasing. Taunting. Driving me out of my mind with pleasure.
When I fall apart in his arms, he captures my cries with his mouth. Only a moment later, I watch him break, his tearsraining down on our sweat-slickened skin. We cling to each other, our harsh breaths falling in time as madness subsides.
“Oh, shit,” someone gasps.
My hammering heart stops. Senan’s wings curve around us, shielding me from view.
“I…um…I’m sorry,” a man stutters. “I didn’t mean to intrude but?—”
“Spit it out, Rhainn,” Senan snarls, his eyes darkening to a dangerous hue.
How long has Senan’s bloody brother been standing there? How did we not hear him? Even as the question crosses my mind, the answer is so bloody obvious: We didn’t hear because we’ve been rutting and tearing into each other like feral animals.
“Your…um…fiancée is waiting for you,” the younger prince says. “In the dining room.”
He isn’t yours.
He isn’t yours.
He isn’t yours.
Senan curses again. “Tell her I am indisposed.”
“I’m afraid she was quite insistent.”
Senan sets my feet on the marble and drags my skirts back into place. “Leave us, Rhainn.”
“Right. Yes. Sorry.”
“Not a word of this, do you hear me, Rhainn?”
Rhainn says nothing as he stalks out the door.
“Rhainn!”
The door slams in his wake.
“Dammit…” Senan yanks his breeches from around his ankles, cursing while he fumbles with the leather strap on his belt.
“You’re leaving…” What am I saying? Of course he is leaving.
He is done with you and going toher.
He clasps my jaw in his scarred hands. “Don’t do that.”
I blink back burning tears. “Don’t do what?”
“You think I can’t see you pulling away from me? Swear to me that you will be here when I get back.”
“Senan—”
“Swear it!”
“I swear.”
“We leave together, do you hear me?”
I nod, trying my best to hold onto his promises as I watch him turn and walk away.