Tempest by Poppy Rhys

Author:Poppy Rhys [Rhys, Poppy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Poppy Rhys
Published: 2018-02-10T16:00:00+00:00

FIFTEEN

WHEN I OPENED MY EYES, it was dark. Pitch black. I could see no light at all, and if I didn’t feel arms holding me to a naked body, I’d be worried that I’d gone blind.

My breathing was labored, and I was soaked.

Not the sweaty kind of soaked. The turned-on, wet-dream kind of soaked. My body was alive and sensitive. My rock-hard nipples dug into the warm chest I pressed up against, and my fingers spread over the muscles there.

Why didn’t they let me sleep on the couch? Were they incapable of respecting my wishes—just one tiny request—and allowing me to sleep in peace?

That flare of anger sparked, but it quickly fizzled out when the person beside me breathed deeply in his sleep.

I couldn’t help myself when I curled my fingers, my nails gently digging in. I wasn’t sure who was beside me. Did I care? Not really.

My dream evaded my memory, but I knew I liked it. Liked it a little too much, if my slippery thighs were any indication.

The body I clung to stirred, and I knew exactly the moment he woke. His breathing grew shallow, his once lax muscles tightened and flinched against my nails.

I had one thing on my mind: getting off. If I was on the couch, I could get this over with quick and painless without disturbing anyone. But I wasn’t on the couch.

I was in someone’s bed.

Next to a naked, warm, deliciously toned body.

My palms roved up his chest, and his arms gripped me before he loosened his hold and explored, dragging his palm over my hip.

Upward my curious fingers swept, over the curve of a neck, the tips bumping against a strong jaw and two sharp nubs.

It was Lonan or Kahn, the only ones with jaw spikes.

My hand slid back to the nape of his neck where I curled my fingers into longer strands of silken hair.

Lonan.

Kahn had shorter hair.

Lonan’s breath quickened since I began my quest to find out who I was beside.

I whispered, “Can you see me?”

“Yes,” his rich voice whispered in return. It was breathy, and a little groggy, causing the skin at the base of my spine to tingle.

I licked my lips, and he squeezed my hip, making me squirm. His hand rested so very close to the spot I wanted it to be.

“Touch me,” I breathed, cupping his jaw again, thumb brushing over his smooth spikes. “I don’t care where, just touch me.”

My mouth suddenly went dry when his hand slid up my shirt and dragged against my fevered skin. The rough patches on his palms created a friction that had me arching into him.

It was like a livewire touched me, and I vaguely wondered if he was using his electricity.

I tried hard not to make noise, but the moan that escaped me when his hand slid up my stomach and brushed over my painfully tightened nipple just couldn’t be suppressed.

The low clicking in his throat vibrated through me, causing a pleasurable shiver. My fingers curled against his nape, and I lifted my face to meet his, our mouths locking.

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