Free Immortal Rapture: Immortal Heart by Magen McMinimy Page B

didn’t frighten me . I just didn’t expect you to be standing here.”
    Marie averted her eyes and attempted to step around him.
    Uriah reached out to gently clasp her arm. “What’s wrong?”
    She forced a smile and shook her head. “Nothing, I’m just tired is all.”
    Uriah arched a brow at her. “No, you’re not. It’s barely past six. You’re upset, but I’m not sure why.”
    She tilted her head and smiled at him. Was it really possible for someone so attractive to be so genuine and so unaware at the same time? “It’s all good, Uriah.”
    His fingers grazed over the silky skin of her cheek. “Tell me what I did wrong.”
    Her lids slipped closed briefly, her body responding to his gentle caress. “You did nothing wrong, but I think I may have.”
    His brows furrowed and his head tilted in question.
    She took a deep breath. “I dove in and you weren’t ready… What happened in the kitchen probably shouldn’t have happened. Don’t get me wrong, it was amazing, incredible in fact, but you seemed to shut down afterwards.”
    Finding control was what it had been… One taste and he was drunk on her scent, her taste, and even the raw, untapped magic that flowed through her veins. If he hadn’t stepped back, he would have thrown her over his shoulder like a caveman, and kept her naked and occupied in the bedroom for the very long foreseeable future. How did he explain that to her, without sounding crazy and obsessed?
    He shook his head and struggled for words. “I wasn’t shutting down… I was looking for control. There are things to be considered.”
    She bit the inside of her cheek. “Some things don’t need to be analyzed. Sometimes having fun, giving into what you want and losing a little control, is good for the soul.”
    He smiled. She was so young and free… and she was right. Reaching around her waist, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She laughed as he hurried up the stairs.
    “Fun enough for you?” he asked as he pushed open the guest room door.
    “It’s a great view,” she grinned and slapping his ass.
    Uriah tossed her on the bed and lowered himself over her to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. She pulled him closer and wrapped her legs around his waist. Uriah suppressed a growl as she ground gently against him, feeding his need for her even further. A loud slam sounded from downstairs, causing them both to pause.
    “What was that?” she whispered.
    Uriah shook his head as he placed two fingers over her lips. “Stay here, and don’t make a sound.”
    He moved silently from the room, shutting her inside without a single sound.
    Moving down the hall, Uriah peer ed over the rail to the living room, seeing only a shadow pass from the kitchen. Using his telekinesis, he dropped silently to the first floor and rounded the corner to the kitchen, where he threw his magic to hold the intruder in invisible restraints.
    A dark hood fell from the head of the man standing in the kitchen. Uriah dropped the magic and stared at Makyle as he growled.
    “Izzy isn’t here,” Uriah said, crossing his arms over his chest.
    “I’m not looking for Isabelle.”
    “You should be. For whatever reason, she cares about you and she worries.”
    Uriah moved past him to turn off the security system before Hawk’s Eye and the police were notified of the intruder.
    “Lose the fucking attitude, Uriah.”
    Makyle was lucky all he was getting was attitude… Uriah hated the brothers. That was something that would take time to get over. He may have been moving on and letting Jelena go, but they were the ones who took her in the first place. They caused the pain he’d been living with for the past months. Uriah’s eyes narrowed as he noticed Makyle’s arm was placed across his chest under the cloak he was wearing.
    “What’s wrong with you?” he asked.
    Makyle sighed. “We have a lot to talk about. And not much time.” He pushed the cloak from his shoulders and revealed the small