All Chapters of The Taming: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Sebastian stepped lithely from the dark. Wearing a dark shirt, frilled at the cuffs. Long blonde hair waving in a cloud down to his shoulders. Making him luminesce in the blackness, as vivid gold as the moonlight was silver. Chastain immediately reached longingly to touch him. His face and hair. She leaned up on her toes. A slender wraith in the dark. Wearing her white muslin nightdress. She stretched to reach for him. Her fingertips itching to feel his skin. To touch that hair. She ached to be closer to him. When she could just touch his cheek, her expression changed. Realization dawned. He tilted backward, evading her touch. Eventually, he was forced to catch her wrist to stay her. That moment gave her the chance to think. To see beyond her primal desire. Her hand fell and recognition brightened her face. Thank heaven He thought. Realizing that she’d recognized him. And somehow, she’d managed to resist the urge to touch him,

Netherlands Tavern SEBASTIAN Serdephe seemed quite happy to explain to Teverius why she perceived him as a villain, oblivious to his affront. “You only arrive at night. You’ve gazed on me unclothed while lying with my wolves. You’ve put your hands on my undergarments. You’ve crept around following me.” She said matter-of-factly. “You’re far closer to a villain.” He blanched. “It does sound rather awful when you word it such.” “I don’t mind.” She went back to eating her meat. And Teverius immediately missed her greasy little hands on his. Sebastian sat in the corner blissfully intrigued by all he’d witnessed. When he could contain his curiosity no longer, he strolled over to their table. “You called for me?” Teverius jerked, staring at his food as if afraid to look up. Which only brought Sebastian more joy. Recognizing his voice, Teverius looked u

Mardichi keenly watched Bast probing Teverius for the intimate details of trouble between Teverius and his pretty purple-haired mate. He watched Bast for so long that he could no longer take it. “What? Why are you staring?” “Ye’re avoiding returning ta see if yer valkyrie is enraged at ye.” Mardichi said perceptively. Bast shot him a black look. Knowing full well that the barbarian was right. I hate when he’s smarter than he looks. Bast groaned inwardly. However, he received a momentary reprieve when the innkeeper rushed to the table with a missive in hand. Bast grunted and lifted a staying palm. “I don’t want it.” “He insists me give it ta ye, me lord. I’ve told ’im yer answer willna change.” The innkeeper looked a little desperate. “Please take it or he migh’ kill me.” “He won’t kill you for me refusing to look at his latest offer.” “You dunnot know this man, me lord. He migh’.” Bast groaned. “Set it

Elsabet, already curled in his lap, pressed her supple lips to his mouth. He made a surprised sound, pulling away from her. “What’s wrong?” She asked, confused. “I’ve no wish for our kiss to be one in which I taste like the one that was so cruel to you.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “After all your proclamations of desiring me, you refuse me now?” “I don’t feel I’ve a choice.” His face was written with pain. His grip on his self-control waning. “Have you some wine?” She asked thoughtfully. “I can get some from the kitchens.” “Then do so.” She whispered against his lips. He groaned low in his throat. “Woman, if this is a test, I’ll surely fail…” “It’s no test. But you must hurry, before I change my mind.” She purred. Warm breath brushing his face and the scent of wildflowers filling his senses. “We cannot do this, I’m not sober.” He objected. What the hell am I saying? Find the bloody wine!

“You look morose today.” Rhyers remarked to Elsabet as he wandered into the solar. “Sebastian had said you were in a kindly mood when he last saw you this morning.” “Time to think.” She said plainly. Shooting him a cursory glance. “Since when do you come up here?” “I was looking for you. Sebastian said you might be up here.” Rhyers sat in the chair near the window. She was in the window seat. Allowing the morning sun to pour over her as if she wanted to soak up every drop. “After seeing the pain you were in that last time I was here, I wanted to check in on you.” He referred to when she’d thrown herself into his arms in the library. She flushed slightly. “It wasn’t pain. It was anger.” Rhyers scoffed. “You may have Bast fooled into believing how hateful you can be, but I’m not so easily deceived.” She cast him a blank look. “Don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” He leaned forward to brace his elbows on h