Page 33 of Brutal Birthright

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She was infuriating and so damn drunk, and his fingers itched to wrap around that slender throat. To feel her pulse hitch as he squeezed with just the right pressure.

“In case you’ve forgotten, your own sister nearly fucking gave her life—no, actually did give her life—to end any more trouble for or manipulation of your kind. So the least you can do is respect that and not go throwing yourself in harm’s way like a fucking fool.” Somehow, he’d wound up so close he almost stood between her knees. Heat radiated between them and ate up every molecule of air.

Tension and angst buzzed through his body like an angry hive. He wasn’t going to touch her. Couldn’t give in to this ridiculous notion.

But, oh fuck, she was looking at him with something dark and desirous in her big eyes. And while he stood over her, with his hands still wedged deep inside his pockets, she shifted her hands. Moving slowly to hitch the soft material of her dress higher. Sliding it up, up, up her bare legs revealing more bronzed skin and softness and all the parts of her that an asshole like him should never admit to wanting.

“I don’t think you know what to do with me, do you, brute?” That breathy fucking rasp in her voice. Sent a fresh rush of blood to his already alert cock.

Fucked if he could resist looking down. He was already dancing in the flames by still being here, and something had hold of him deep inside his chest that refused to let go.

“Trust me, I know exactly what to do with a woman.” He poked his tongue against the side of his mouth and dragged his heavy stare across her body. Taking in the rise and fall of her chest. The shudder in her breathing when he stopped for a second to watch the swell of her breasts. “I know exactly what makes a woman scream with pleasure. I know the exact spot to hit with my cock sunk deep inside a wet pussy that makes a woman clench and moan.”

He should leave. Should stop talking right fucking now. Remove himself from this entire situation.

But instead, he remained rooted to the spot, transfixed by her heated gaze.

The silver material continued to bunch. Inching higher and higher towards the apex of her thighs. Her pouty lips hung open, and lust glazed her eyes under the weight of his filthy words.

This was so wrong.

Why couldn’t he leave?

What the fuck was he even saying?

“Mmm… half the students at this academy want to know exactly what you would do to them if they ever got you alone in a dark corner.”

Shit.

Shit.

Students and the fucking academy and all the flood of consequences of where this conversation had headed towards came rushing in.

“You need to get back inside, find your friends, and be with someone your own age, little faerie.”

Her fingers stilled around the edge of the dress. And like a fucking fool, he couldn’t resist glancing back down. The bunched-up shimmer of silver in her lap left only an inch of shadow hiding what lay beneath.

“What if I don’t want someone my age… they don’t interest me.” Oh, he needed to get the fuck away. “There’s much more interesting things to explore elsewhere… things that I shouldn’t want.” The slightest shift of her fingers hooked his gaze. Rowan’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a long breath.

The shadow of her pussy came into sight. Any moment now, he’d see it. He’d see it, and he’d be stuck, transfixed. This was the second he needed to walk away and get out of there.

Shit, even just godsdamn portal himself and disappear. But he couldn’t move.

As if the girl had some kind of hold over him, one that felt as powerful as the strongest hex or enchantment he’d encountered, meant he clung on only just to not doing something they might both regret.

Bronzed skin. The softness of her upper thighs where they touched. More and more of her was revealed with every agonising breath. Their heads almost touching as they both focused on the spot where her hands held onto the hem of her dress.

This was it.

No going back.

A shadowy outline of the crease of her upper thigh inched into view. Fuck. He let out a ragged breath. Was she not wearing anything underneath her dress?

They weren’t touching, yet here he stood, entranced by the most intimate part of her. His cock throbbed and pressed against the front of his trousers. Send him to the fucking ancestors; he was hard as stone and ready to flip her over this railing and fuck her senseless.

At the thought of her bent over and moaning as his cock sank into her tight wet heat, he muttered a silent curse under his breath. Pre-cum already leaking inside his pants.

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