Page 61 of Obsidian and Frost

~Lazriel~

Fucking shit.

I startled awake and opened my eyes, only to squeeze them shut again in the very next second as I scentedhim.

All over the place.

His home.

Hisbedroom.

That’s where I was.

In the bed of Sylas fucking Morgrave.

His scent wasn’t just all around the room, it was on me. All over me.

“That’s right, hot little wolf, melt for me.”

It wasn’t just a memory, I could feel his words rolling through me even now.

“Argh. You’re driving me fucking crazy. You fucking cocksucker.”

I grimaced. I’d been so far gone.

“No. Don’t… don’t stop.”

From start to finish, last night had been a mind-fuck of epic proportions.

My control had been tested in so many ways—from Velra, to those purist vamps, then tohim.And I’d finally fucking snapped.

Nah, not just snapped—I’d unleashed a whole lot.

And he’d been there with me through it.

He’d made it possible for me to do so.

He’d even guided me every step of the way.

Of course, while being a dirty-mouthed bastard with one hell of a wicked tongue—in more ways than one.

I clutched at the sheets that I felt wrapped around me.

Last night could have gone a whole other way.

After Velra had taken off like that and run not just from me but any possibility of us, I’d wanted to rage like a beast. And those vamps had offered themselves up on a silver platter. But Sylas stepping in like that… he hadn’t just pulled me back from the edge of something I would never have been able to recover from, he’d… he’d spun my world on its axis.

Last night with him hadn’t been solace or some sort of rebound thing… it had been a fucking revelation.

Something in me felt lighter.

Nah, more than that.

There wassomuch relief.

Pity it was mixed in with so much regret concerning Velra.

When she walked away, she walked away for months.