Forbidden Blood (Ironwrought Book 1) by Anna Wineheart

Author:Anna Wineheart [Wineheart, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1547103450
Amazon: B07124X153
Published: 2017-05-28T23:00:00+00:00

12

Seb

Ten hours later, Seb watched as Oriel stirred in his arms.

Through the night, Oriel had tossed in his sleep, mumbling to himself. Twice, he’d woken himself up, frantic and gasping, only to settle back in bed, huddling into Seb’s arms.

He hadn’t fallen asleep easily—each time, Seb counted thirty minutes before Oriel calmed enough to drift off. Seb had rubbed his back, and Oriel had pressed close, his blond hair silvery in the moonlight.

A spy couldn’t have a reaction like that. Oriel’s reactions had been too full of panic, of desperation, for him to have ulterior motives. He had gone through eight months of this, waking up at the slightest sounds, his pulse stumbling. He’d been alone, afraid of attracting agents and vampires alike. How he’d trusted Seb enough to sleep with him...

But Oriel had said he was weary, too, and Seb understood that. There came a point in your life where you were so overwhelmed that you stopped caring, and he suspected that was why Oriel had trusted him. Because he didn’t want to care anymore.

Seb cared. For once, he’d found someone with problems greater than his own, someone he had the power to help. It beat squandering his days, trying to think about estates and the coven and humans who whined over the smallest things. Several times, he had thought about leaving all this—his money, his home, his existence—because it was all so pointless.

And Oriel had stepped into his life, wary, broken, slowly opening up around Seb.

In the sunlight, Seb found strands of gray hair amongst blond—little signs of stress that Oriel might not have noticed himself. He traced his fingers through that hair, watching as they flowed like silk around his fingers.

Oriel’s eyelids fluttered open. He breathed in slowly, his pulse quiet in his chest. Then he glanced up, met Seb’s eyes, and blinked.

Seb knew the exact moment Oriel remembered, because his heart thumped, and he cried out, pushing away.

“You—” Oriel gasped, scrambling so far backward that his hand slipped on the edge of the bed. With a yelp, he lost his balance, pulse thundering as he toppled over in slow-motion.

Seb threw himself forward, slipped his arm around Oriel’s back before he sailed off the bed.

Oriel’s spine shoved against Seb’s forearm, his back warm and bare. His heart thudded, his gaze darting around for an escape.

“I’m not biting you,” Seb said, waiting. The silence between them stretched. Slowly, comprehension dawned in Oriel’s eyes. “Remember?”

Oriel sucked in a deep breath, then another. “Yeah. Okay. Seb.”

Seb smiled, hearing his name roll off Oriel’s lips. He wanted to hear it again. It had felt good last night, when Oriel had pleaded for him, when Oriel had writhed and panted and arched.

Oriel dangled off the edge of the bed, his spine bowed, his lean body naked under Seb’s. And Oriel noticed it, too, his crystal-blue eyes wandering down Seb’s chest, then his own. “Oh.”

“Your thoughts?” Seb hauled him back to the middle of the bed, admiring the splay of his limbs, the way Oriel left his thighs open, unabashed under Seb’s gaze.

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