Page 49 of Brutal Birthright

He slid the blade down between her breasts.

She sucked in a quick breath.

His cock was so fucking hard.

“The way this beats faster. Your breaths start to shallow.”

As if to illustrate his point, she darted out a tongue to moisten her lips. Soft, breathy pants filled the quiet between them.

“What do you want? You’ve had your fun at my expense.”

There were a lot of things he wanted.

“I’d like to see you pushed up against the wall.” Their bodies moved in sync with one another. Ri shifted backwards as he advanced, gasping as she collided softly with the silk-covered wall at her back.

“Rowan.” A warning. A plea. Either way hearing his name coming from her mouth made his dick throb and pressure wound low in his stomach.

“Shh. Don’t make a sound, little faerie. Don’t want anyone finding out about your dirty little secret.”

“You brought me here. I—we—shouldn’t be here like this.” She was trying to protest, but her voice was low and raspy and sexy as fuck in the darkness.

And when her eyes flickered to his mouth again, gazing hungrily and dragging the soft flesh of her bottom lip through her teeth… his resolve finally broke.

Stabbing the short blade into the wall just beside her head, he caged both arms on either side of her body and bent down to growl in her ear.

“We shouldn’t. But if I touched you right now, what would you do?”

Chapter 16

“This can’t happen.” Ri gripped the wall. Certain that her heart was about to burst out of her chest.

One minute, she’d been surrounded by the whispers of random students in the halls outside the library. The next, she’d been accosted by the last person she expected to find roaming this wing of Astracadia in the evening.

Now, she was equal parts aflame with anger and white-hot desire.

With his growling rumble at her ear and his muscled arms caging her in, she was a trembling, overheated wreck.

Her veins might as well be filled with lava.

“What would you do?” Rowan demanded again. Pulling his head back to stare down at her, those eyes of his glowed silvery blue in a thin ring around his blown-out pupils.

He was terrifyingly beautiful.

The kind of physical specimen they carved marble statues of and worshipped.

Magic and power and masculinity rippled off him like an invisible cloak. Leaving her feeling unsteady on her feet and doubly glad for the wall at her back to keep her upright.

There were so many things that threatened to tumble out of her mouth. He wanted to know what she would do if he touched her? Firstly, she’d no doubt turn to a smouldering wreck on the plush carpet below her feet. Secondly, and more importantly, is what she wouldn’t do, which was a very short list.

In fact, Rowan could quite possibly do anything he wanted and she’d be grateful for the opportunity.

Goddesses save her from herself. There was no hope of taming his ego if she ever accidentally let that thought slip out.

“If you did…” She fumbled over her words. Feeling tongue-tied and wet and needy for him to relieve the ache between her thighs. “It can only be this one time.”

Her fingers pressed harder against the wall.

Rowan’s nostrils flared.

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