I have no idea what Lucas meant by his threat but I have to make sure that he’s safe.
Not to mention, I have to make sure that he hasn’t completely lost his mind. I don’t know how much time has passed since Lucas took me to this study but Reign must be freaking out.
And so I have to put him at ease. Reassure him that I’m still his.
Halfway down the hallway though, I come to a jarring halt.
When I see him standing before me.
Only a few feet away.
His eyes are fierce and his chest is rising and falling like there’s a storm inside of him.
A violent, electric storm.
A storm that I knew must be brewing.
It needs me.Heneeds me.
And from this intense connection between us, from this strange and wonderful telepathy, he knows that I will give it to him. Whatever he needs to calm himself down.
So he opens a door right by his side.
I’ve been in Lucas’s house enough times to know that it’s a door that leads to a bathroom and when he disappears inside, I follow him. I enter the dark space and he shuts the door behind me.
He crowds me against the wood, his body, all hard and straining, trapping me, pinning me in place.
Only then, when he has me in his grips, does he hit the switch and flood the space with bright lights.
My eyes lock with his.
The eyes that I’ve seen in my dreams ever since I was twelve.
“Reign,” I whisper, gripping his suit jacket, breathing hard against him.
In response, he growls, deep and low in his chest, that echoes in mine.
And comes for my mouth.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
He comes for my breath.
For my heart that’s beating in the back of my throat, on the tip of my tongue that he’s sucking on. That he’s kissing on.
He’s trying to drink me. Swallow me down his throat. Tear me into sweet little pieces and eat me.
I want to tell him to slow down.
To not eat me too much, too fast or he’s going to get even sicker.
But who am I kidding?
I’m doing the same thing.
I’m eating him up too much and too fast. Drinking from his lips, soaking him up on my tongue.
Because he’s not the only one who’s sick here, is he?