Chapter 27: 27__Make me want you

The moment the words left her mouth, Maia knew Rogan would pounce onto them.

He frowned at her in the dimply lit room. “What? You don’t… you don’t know who you are?”

Biting her lip, Maia closed her eyes. “Forget it, it’s embarrassing.”

“No, fuck that. Open your eyes.”

She burrowed her face against his chest. “I don’t care about it, Rogan. I want to sleep.”

Laying his hand on her head, he inched it back until he could see her face, but Maia kept her eyes tightly closed. “Open.”

With a pout, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Now, tell me exact—”

Rogan stopped, his eyes widening when Maia suddenly pressed up against him and planted her mouth on his. He didn’t move an inch. Her lips moved against his and Rogan just lay there, letting her do what she wanted.

Just for a minute, he’d let her do whatever she wanted to him.

Maia had kissed him to shut him up, but the moment her lips touched his, she became lost. Sliding her hand up his chest and cupping his face, she deepened their kiss, taking it as far as she could.

When she seductively slipped into his mouth, Rogan groaned and put his hand on her shoulder, moving her back, away from him.

He stared at her, his eyes glowing fiercely and his hunger stirred by her seduction.

“Stop that,” he said, his voice gruff with desire, like the growl of a hungry beast. “Don’t do that, Maia…”

She heard the warning clear in his words, but was beyond hearing it when she saw the desire as obvious in his eyes as it was in the tight grip on her shoulder.

Without a word, she drew closer again. Rogan watched her, thinking he had to stop her but making no move to do so. The night wasn’t supposed to go this way. Rogan was supposed to control himself and keep her safe as much from the bastards after her as from him. But Maia had other plans.

She brought her mouth a breath away from his and laid one of those feather-light kisses of hers on his lips. Rogan growled and she kissed him again, a whisper of a kiss. A method of torture so cruel to one as hungry as him.

With a muttered curse, he shoved her back against the bed, climbing on top of her and caging her in his arms.

Maia gasped and stared up at him, her eyes bright and her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“I told you,” he murmured darkly. “Not to fucking do that…”

With wide eyes and parted lips, she stared up at him, unable to explain why she’d done that. She had a sudden unquenchable desire for him raging within her and Maia wanted nothing more than to satisfy it. It sparked a fire of attraction between them and along with her, Maia saw Rogan get seduced by it. His eyes told. He stared down at her, and she saw him desiring her.

Raising her hands, she touched his chest, tracing it up to his neck where she curved her fingers into his hair.

Rogan felt his body heat at her touch. “Fuck…”

Maia gasped when his full weight pressed down on her and Rogan covered her mouth with his, diving right into the deepest kiss she’d ever experienced.

Something within him seemed to have snapped and Maia vaguely thought that was the warning he’d been giving her. Then she thought nothing at all because his mouth on hers was turning her brain to mush.

She felt his hand dive into her hair and he clutched a fistful of it, tugging on it so her head tilted back. The pain at her scalp drew a hiss out of her mouth but he swallowed it up in his kiss, his hunger unhidden.

Maia held onto him, her hands clutching at the back of his shirt, pulling him closer until she felt the print of his body against hers.

Rogan groaned at the feel of her against his flesh, feeling himself grow even harder inside his pants. She was driving him insane and at that point, Rogan didn’t know if he had any control left.

When his hands rose and clutched her night dress, tearing it from the top to halfway down the garment, he became certain that his control was gone. She’d shown him her desire for him too plainly for him to ignore and now he couldn’t even control his own.

Maia gasped at the sound of tearing clothe and was stunned to find just how faster her heart beat, how much more excited she got at the things he was doing.

Surely this wasn’t proper. He wasn’t being a gentleman at all. Strangely enough, his barbaric behaviour made her crave more. His mouth kissed down her chin, leaving her gasping mouth moist and bruised as he sought more to satiate him.

Pulling off the top halves of her torn gown, Rogan exposed her to his hungry gaze, muttering a curse at the beauty that Maia was. His head lowered, mouth hot against her glowing flesh, sucking on her, tasting all that he hungered to and thus, fuelling her own arousal until Maia thought she would lose her mind.

She could no longer breathe normally, nor could she control the sounds leaving her mouth as Rogan took his mouth from hers, to her neck, to her breasts and back again.

Ripping himself off of her, Rogan wrenched off his clothes until he was bare before her, letting Maia gaze at him, her eyes filled with an unspoken awe. He kneeled, knees on either side of her and Maia gasped when he yanked her upright and against him.

Hooking her legs around his waist, she held onto him, clutching his shoulders and releasing a broken sigh when one of his hands cupped her breast, moulding and enticing it to a hardened peak.

What the hell was happening? How had they gotten here? Just now they’d been discussing life lessons and now they could barely breathe without moaning in lust.

She threw her head back when he grinded up against her, rubbing her in a place where Maia hadn’t even known she so desperately needed to be touched.

“A…Are y-you,” she breathed out. “Did you… bewitch me?”

His mouth curved against her breast, a throaty chuckle leaving his mouth to dance along her skin.

“No,” he told her, gripping her waist tighter so he could drive up harder into her until she nearly screamed with pleasure. “You’ve bewitched *me*.”

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The cup in his hand had gone cold, the coffee it contained untouched. Rogan could have been a marble statue for how still he stood, unaware of anything or anyone in the Hostel breakfast hall.

Maia.

That’s all he could think.

Last night had been unimaginable. Not only had she bewildered him with her dislike of revenge and the fact that she didn’t know who she was, but she’d completely seduced him, making him want her until he was left with nothing but pulsating need and hunger. Swallowing hard, he thought of her body on top of his, rocking on him and making Rogan clench his teeth till they nearly shattered.

She was wild. She’d been wild all night and when the sun finally rose, they’d been too tired to get up. He’d wrapped her up in the covers, letting her sleep so he could come downstairs and try to get his shit together. Maia made him lose all his goddamn sense.

“You guys did something last night, didn’t you?”

Rogan blinked, jolted by the sudden voice. Cursing when his coffee spilled over, he lowered the cup and glared at Aiden.

The king shook his head, a sly grin curving his mouth. “Of course you did, you dirty bastard.”

“How come you're still here? Did you sleep here?” Rogan asked him, totally unwilling to say a thing concerning him and Maia.

With a dramatic sigh, Aiden ran a hand through his white hair, sending it back and away from his face. “Unfortunately so. My reputation…”

When he froze, staring across the hall, Rogan followed his gaze to see Cassie standing on the stairs, her hand clutching the banister and her eyes staring at Aiden.

“Cassid—” Rogan began, stopping when she suddenly spun around and disappeared back up the stairs. He narrowed his eyes. Either he was seeing things or that had been a blush on Cassidy’s face.

He looked at Aiden, one brow raised. “Looks like I’m not the only one who did something last night.”

Aiden coughed, his throat seeming to close over a bit of oxygen. “W-what…. What the hell do you mean?!”

Rogan pointed at him. “You should be ashamed of yourself, seducing weak, soft-hearted girls.”

“Hah! Weak?!” Aiden scoffed, his eyes aflame with indignation. Pursing his lips closed, he drew in calming breaths with much effort. “Forget it,” Aiden finally muttered. “I’m getting out of this place before Geminor wakes and sees their King creeping out of a Brothel. You’re coming to the castle later.” With a nod, he started to walk away.

“I’m not.” Rogan lifted his cold coffee and took a disgusting sip.

Aiden stopped and turned to face him, nearly pouting with disappointment. “What? Why not?!”

Rogan shrugged. ‘I have things to do. Did you forget?”

“What do you…?” Aiden trailed off and then a frown darkened his face. “You said you’d stop looking for Trojans if I dealt with the ghosts.”

“I lied.”

“Rogan—”

“I seem to be getting side-tracked these days. Forgetting what my original plan was and getting captivated by something… *someone* that I don’t have the luxury to be getting captivated by.” He locked gazes with Aiden. “I’m going to try twice as hard to find a Trojan… and end myself.”