Page 85 of The Unbound Witch

“You need to rest. That was the deal. We leave first thing in the morning for the Storm Coven.”

“It’s daylight, Your Grace.”

He finally glanced up, a devilish smile on his face as he held my gaze. His infamous shadows, full of danger and secrets, crept along the ground, pouring over the mismatched furniture and up the cabin walls, smothering the glass windows until there was no more light in the room. Not a single flicker. I swallowed my gasp as I fell backward onto the chair.

“Shall we play a game?” he asked, inches from my ear, though I hadn’t heard him move. “Do you need a distraction, Miss Moonstone?”

“Desperately,” I answered, reaching for him.

“Undress.” Though his voice was a whisper, it wasn’t Bastian, but Grey instead.

I paused. Listening. What was he thinking?

“Problem?” he whispered, still Grey, breath brushing my shoulder.

“N—no.” I slipped out of my clothing. Each touch of my own fingers against my skin calling it to life in a way that only happened in his presence.

“The most important part of a relationship with a shifter is embracing all versions of him.”

A candle lit in the far corner of the room, and although it was still dark, the light gave a glimpse of the sharp edges of Grey’s face and a flicker of green eyes staring into mine. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that this beautiful face belonged to Bastian, too. Grey was mine, as much as the king.

He held a hand out to me as another candle lit, showing more of Bastian’s shifted form. He spun me, moving his knuckles down my bare stomach as he pressed my naked back to his clothed chest. I pressed my eyes shut, picturing Bastian.

“No.” The low rumble of the king’s voice went straight through me. “This is your distraction.”

“Grey?”

“Not really. I am still Bastian. Grey is just a name.”

I spun in his arms, reaching for the face of a man I’d come to cherish. He was right, of course. The divide between them in my mind had never completely gone, though I’d known the truth.

He lowered his lips to mine, and I buried my hand into his sandy blond hair, willing my mind to see the man behind the fingers burning down my back. I gasped when Grey’s hands, Bastian’s hands, roamed my body, eliciting a stroke of pleasure as his fingertips brushed over my breasts.

I arched against him, pressing myself hard enough to feel his desire growing firm for me. Tilting my head, I moaned as his teeth gripped the skin on my neck.

But he pulled away, whispering into my ear. “Say my name.”

“Bastian,” I whimpered, closing my eyes as I rested against him, strong hands lowering.

“Tsk, tsk, Little Witch,” he teased like Grey, and I could nearly picture the crooked grin. “If I were your king right now, I might punish you for a wrong answer.”

“Grey,” I managed as I writhed against the fingers circling between my legs.

“And will you let me feast upon you?”

Something within this moment felt wrong but wholly right. He’d done such an exquisite job convincing me of his relation to the king, a deep dark part of my soul felt like I was betraying Bastian for feeling so attracted and tempted by Grey. But as the seconds ticked by, as his question hung between us, we both knew I would not deny him. My arousal, the heat between my legs, had already betrayed me.

“I am yours, Grey Firewing.”

He chuckled and moved away, back into the shadows as one of the candles went out. “Follow my voice.”

I stepped toward him, the cool floor causing my flesh to raise, my thighs to brush against each other. He moved, the candlelight exposing the profile of the king. I bit my lip, holding back the smile as I realized his game. One man. Two faces.

Stepping close to my Dark King, I raked my nails down his bare chest, the familiarity of this naked body comforting. But when he shifted below my touch, I did not move away from Grey.

A thud filled the silence as he fell to his knees before me, brushing his mouth over my navel. I whimpered at the soft sensation of his tongue, and he chuckled, moving upward at a snail’s pace. With weakened knees, my breath hitched as he circled my breasts. Emerald eyes practically glowed in the shadowed room as he lowered his head, feasting as he’d asked permission to do. Not as a king, but a man.

Grey savored me as he moved along my body, taking his time, pulling the swell of my breast into his mouth and moaning. The vibration went directly to the base of my spine, dipping lower and pooling in my belly. An ache built as I pictured him pressed inside me. He reached my neck before I dared breathe again, grazing his teeth up and up along my jawline, until finally, he touched his soft lips to mine.