Dark Dealings by Kim Knox

Author:Kim Knox
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-09-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“What are you doing?” Heyerdar leaned in the doorway, his arms crossed over his bare chest. The light from the fire behind him flickered against his skin.

Ava willed herself to look back at the little cart and the carefully stacked eight books. “I need to know what they’ve kept from me.”

“You chose books over me?”

“You were asleep.”

“I was catching my breath.”

Ava bit back a smile. Damn it, she was not growing to like him. She lifted the first of the books from the cart and shrugged the woolen blanket around her shoulders. She shuffled away and focused a thought. A roll of fire burst within the darkened hearth, its glow and heat warming her skin. She was brimming with magic. It was...wonderful.

Light flickered around the worn leather wings of Heyerdar’s high-back chair. She wanted Heyerdar. Her body still ached to have him. Yet she had to sit and read and no doubt curse the mages well into the night. She had to grab at her only chance to know more.

Heyerdar frowned at her. “Where are you going?”

“I’m reading. In this chair.”

“Bed.” He crossed the short distance, planted heavy hands on her shoulders and steered her back towards the bedroom. “Now.”

“I’m still reading.”

He leaned into her, his lips brushing her ear. “Think I can’t resist you?”

Ava closed her eyes, allowing his warmth, the scent of him, the swirl of magic, to wash around her. They’d had sex three times since she’d reached out to Fallon, each release just for her, catching her in hot gold and fierce joy. She was allowing herself the night to enjoy him, not to think about anything but the pleasure they could share.

She winced at a prick of guilt. That she was happy to forget Reist after Heyerdar stuck his dick in her.

His heavy hands cupped her shoulders. “Work...then I make you scream my name till you’re hoarse.”

“Boasting?”

He pulled back the heavy blankets and waited for her to climb onto the high bed. “I am always thorough.”

Ava settled back against the headboard, the thick velvet of the surrounding curtain brushing against her bared shoulders. Heyerdar piled the rest of the books on the bed, climbed in beside her, arranged blankets and found a book. It was all disturbingly...domestic.

Heyerdar lifted an eyebrow. “I am not domestic.”

She glared at him. “How do you do that?”

He gave her the slow smile that heated her blood and made reason almost impossible. His eyes gleamed. He was very aware of the effect he had on her. Bastard. “I’m an elemental.”

Ava let irritation wash away the fire stirring within her and opened the plain, untitled book she held without thinking. Her heart formed a fist in her chest as she read the faded title page. She had to read it out loud. “The UnWorded Thief: Portraits of the First Mages and the Founding of the Institute.” The author was the almost-mythical Sten Konal, said to be the son of the very first mage.

She closed her eyes and a pressured “Fuck” broke from her.

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