Free The Fallen King: The Bellum Sisters 4 (paranormal erotic romance) by T. A. Grey Page A

and sweaty, my skin feels sticky, and all I want to do
is wipe the dirt and grime off me. And nothing you can do, I mean nothing ,
will stop me from doing just that, you got me?”
    To prove her point she grabbed
the hem of her shirt and whipped it over her head. It had to be the emotions
riding her that made her wad the shirt into a ball and throw it at him. It
didn’t come near hitting him but he didn’t seem to care. His eyes were locked on
her chest. She had a moment of panic before anger overtook that too.
    She propped her hands on her
hips. Maybe she wouldn’t have been so cocky if she didn’t have a bra on, but
right now she felt like she could command an army. “Are you gonna stand there and
watch me bathe too?”
    Something changed in the air.
Energy crackled. His eyes turned hungry. That’s the only way she could describe
it. His gaze darkened, eyes smoldered and devoured her body as if seeing her as
anything other than “the witch” for the first time. He had the look of a man
that wanted to eat her up. She could almost feel his gaze caressing her
breasts. Her breasts pulled tight at the predatory look—the look of assessing a
female.
    Her breath caught. “Alrik?” she
said hesitantly. Something about his stiff stance, the way his eyes glowed
brighter, made him look as if he was fighting some inner war with himself.
    His eyes flicked up to hers. His
voice sounded thick, heavy, and slow. “Yes.”
    Breathing became difficult, as if
all the oxygen around them had disappeared. “Yes what?”
    He blinked. “Yes, I’ll watch.”
    She swallowed over the knot in
her throat. Oh.
    Abbigail had never purposely
taunted a man for any reason. Even with her previous boyfriends and other
short-lived flings during college, she’d never teased a man on purpose. She’d
never had any reason to. Yet, she wanted to with him. Partly because he pissed
her off, she wanted to unsettle him and watch him suffer. Another part, a much
bigger part that she didn’t quite understand, wanted to see if she affected
him, and to see if her body could sway the tall dark demon whom she couldn’t
help but find physically appealing. A feminine charge spiked through her blood
making her flushed, her movements slow.
    She reached behind her back and
unsnapped her bra. The white material floated to the ground. Their eyes locked
together in a fiery battle and then she tugged down her jeans.
    She heard his deep growl as she
shoved her underwear down her legs.
     
    *
* *
     
    Alrik couldn’t move. He was
rooted in place not by a spell but by a human woman. Abbigail. Surely, life
couldn’t be so cruel as to send a woman like her to him. She was seductively
formed, small waisted with hips made for a man to hold on to while he thrust
inside of her, and breasts that made his palms itch to hold.
    She turned her back to him and
waded into the water like a brave enchantress. The sight of her shapely
backside and the sexy dip of her lower back nearly sent him after her. Her legs
were strong, with just enough muscle that they rippled as she stepped into the
lapping water.
    Was she testing him? Trying to
taunt him with something he couldn’t have or wouldn’t take?
    Wait. He’d take it. Yes, he’d
take it and so much more if she offered her young lithe body to him. After all
the horrible deeds he’d committed in the past, using her body would hardly fare
against them. He’d taken several steps towards her retreating back before he
stopped himself.
    No, he couldn’t touch her. They
both needed to stay focused. He’d had and lost his love.
    He could not turn so easily to
another woman with Arianna’s death still lingering on his hands.
    But it’s been a year since she died ,
a voice in his head taunted.
    Abbigail ducked into the water
and came up with a splash that glistened from her hair and bare shoulders. His
mouth watered at the sight of naked skin, and his cock throbbed and hardened to
a painful point.
    Breathing hard, he stepped away