Since we’re back in the deep freeze again, I thought I’d share another lighter Driev moment. This may help satisfy those of you wondering if Alynda (remember her from a couple weeks ag0) and Driev ever got together. 26 sentences of CBC for the 26th. In case you missed yesterday’s post, I helped celebrate the launch of Rachel O’Laughlin’s Knights of Rilch, second book in her Serengard series, with my review. And speaking of launches, on Friday I’ll share some thoughts and pictures from our trip to Marietta, GA to celebrate the launch of Josh Langston’s book Treason, Treason! That was great fun but way too short of a vacation.
Now, on to this weeks’ WIPpet:
“Leaving so soon?”
Alynda’s voice came from the corridor behind me as I made for the front door of House Gulrunic. She leaned against the wall, her hands behind her back, one foot propped up against the rough stone. Even in the dim light surrounding her I could see her eyes smoldering, the playful twist of her lips, the way she angled her hips outwards. My brain knew better than to even hesitate in my departure. My body, however, gravitated her way until I stood entirely too close, one hand braced on the wall beside her head.
“Is there any reason I shouldn’t be?” I asked.
She tipped her head. “I could think of a few.”
“I don’t think your father would agree with you.”
Spidery prickles chased after her finger as she traced a line down my chest and across my ribs, her hand settling on my hip. As much as I hated magic and all its various incarnations, I couldn’t help but wonder what lying with a mage would be like.
“Does my father frighten you?”
I smirked. “To be honest, I find him extremely irritating.”
She laughed. “Not many will admit that. Most people are afraid of him.”
“There’s very little I’m afraid of.” I lowered my head, putting my mouth close to her ear. “What about you?”
Her fingers twitched. She canted her head back, and a shuddering sigh escaped her as I moved my mouth along her throat. Each brush against her skin made my lips tingle as though I’d eaten hot spice.
“I think I should be afraid of you,” she whispered.
And with that, I leave you. My plate runneth over…