There's Snow Escape(26)
“There’s little room for fun in my life,” he said.
“Don’t say that.” Her features turned sad. He wanted to tell her to not feel bad for him, that he enjoyed being Alpha, but he didn’t think that would calm her worries. “Come on.”
He let her lead him onto the frozen river, ensuring they were standing on the thickest of the ice. She held on to his forearms and giggled. “This is the frozen river.”
She laughed again. “Yes, I can see that.” She attempted to walk without slipping on the ice and giggled harder every time she took a step. “This is also very slippery.”
“I don’t understand your point,” he said, realizing her shoes probably didn’t have the same grip his did. With their technology so advanced, everything in Aurora had artificial intelligence. From clothing to shoes. His shoes knew he was on ice so they changed to allow him better grip on the surface. Hers didn’t.
She frowned when she took another step and he didn’t fall. “How come you aren’t sliding around like I am?”
He smiled, his heart beating a little faster than before at the warmth and joy he saw in her eyes. “My shoes have adapted to the terrain.”
“Fricking hell! I need your shoes.” She gasped and glanced down at his feet. “Do you think if you get them to, they’d change into skates? Ice skates, I mean.”
He nodded. Two seconds later, his shoes turned into skates and he was gliding on the ice like the children at the other end of the river, playing hockey.
She squealed and tried to take a few steps, only to wobble on her slippery shoes. He reached for her, picking her up before she hit the ground and cupping her cold face in his hands.
“I don’t need to do anything to have fun,” he said to her. “Watching your face light up with happiness does something I’ve never had happen to me before. I feel things.”
TWENTY-TWO
Charlotte stared deep into Brecc’s eyes. His words made her heart pound loudly. Lord, he felt things. She was feeling a lot of things too. Things she normally didn’t feel for two men.
“What…um…what kind of things?” she asked, drawing her face closer to his.
“Need,” he said, brushing a kiss over her cold lips.
Yeah. She knew all about need. Like the need to get him naked. “Oh.”
“Lack of control.” He kissed her again. This time he licked the seam of her lips and sucked on her bottom lip.
Oh, boy. Lack of control was her middle name. When he and Eros stripped to near nothing, she bought her self-control a one-way ticket to fuck-you-ville. “I see.”
“Ah, Charlotte,” he rumbled, kissing his way up to her ear. “I don’t think you do. No woman has ever made me feel so desperate for her. To be with her. Around her. So complete when I’m with her.”
No fucking way was she going to stay away from his sexy lips after he said that. She leaned close, pressing their lips together. Her lust shot out of orbit. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back for all she was worth. His lips took, savored her lips as if she were the most delicious wine.
He slowly leaned back, meeting her gaze with his fiery gold one. “Come with me. I have something in mind you’d like.”
He stopped for a moment and she watched in awe as his skates turned back into snow boots. She really needed a pair of those. Shoes that transformed had to be one of the coolest things she’d ever seen.
They turned away from the river, walking a different path.
“You said your dad raised you to keep emotions at bay,” she repeated his words.
He held her hand hostage around his arm and continued guiding her forward. “My father was not very…emotional. He was a warrior. He loved my mother deeply. Too deeply. Jealousy has a way of messing with a good relationship.”
“In what sense?” She so wanted to know more about what made him the way he was. Her interest had moved away from finding out about the dragons and focusing on learning Brecc, the man.
“There is no room for lies in the shifter world. We know if someone tells the truth or not. My father refused to believe the truth even when he knew there was nothing else.”
She frowned. “You lost me.”
“Mother was good friends with Vikter’s mother. Great friends. When mother died from an accident, father refused to believe the story he was told. He was stuck on believing someone killed her. He hated Vikter’s father.”
She gasped. She knew there was more going on than he said, but she didn’t want to press. He needed to open the doors and speak himself. The last thing she wanted was for him to accuse her of minding his business.