Page 148 of Hunt Me

“Tori.”

The sting of rejection burns my eyes and squeezes my heart. “If you want me to, I’ll release you,” I whisper. “When it’s over, I’ll reject you. You can be free.”

“Tori,” he says again, his voice rough. “If I claim you, that will no longer make you my enemy.”

I frown, realizing what he means, what he’s afraid of. “You think her first order will return. That you’ll try to kill me.”

He snorts, a wry smile quirking his mouth. “Not just try.”

I smirk back, enjoying the banter even if it only lightens the mood for a moment. “You underestimate me, death dragon. As usual.”

He grins, but it fades quickly. “I don’t want to risk you.”

“Tomorrow, you will be forced to carry out her orders. And there will be no stopping them. You will never be free. We have to risk it.”

His expression tightens, and I can see a refusal in his eyes. Instead of letting him utter it, I grab him and kiss him, pouring everything into it. Every drop of emotion and feeling I’ve held back. Every ounce of my want and my need. All of my trust, finally freely given.

“Legion,” I whisper against his mouth. “I love you.”

His answering growl sends a shiver of pleasure through me. His hands grip my hips as he lifts me against him. I wrap my legs around his waist as he crashes his mouth to mine, walking us back until I hit the wall. His hard length presses against my core. I grind myself against it, already breathless and desperate for him.

The symbol etched into my skin burns with each movement, but I don’t care. The mate bond has never felt this strong before, nor has my desire for the dragon standing before me.

When we met, this kind of vulnerability would have terrified me. But for once, I don’t try to hide how badly I need him.

I let him see—and feel—it all.

In answer, Legion’s desire is an awareness that blots out everything else. Suddenly, his hands are everywhere at once. Cupping my cheek, tangling in my hair, gripping my throat as he tips my head back and trails kisses down to my collarbone. I let my eyes flutter closed in pleasure, but he grabs my face, pulling my gaze down until we’re eye to eye.

“Keep your eyes open, little assassin. I don’t want to miss a single moment of your pleasure.”

I obey, holding his gaze as his hand drops to the hem of my shirt. He peels it off me then does the same with my bra. He reaches for me, cupping one of my breasts with his rough hand and sucking the other into his mouth.

A wave of pleasure rises, and I grip his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. He winces, and I suddenly remember the bloody carving on his chest.

“Sorry,” I breathe.

He grunts, and I release his shirt, resolving to be gentler. Before I can tell him to leave it on, he leans away and peels the fabric over his head, tossing it aside.

“Don’t apologize for touching me,” he says.

Then, he reclaims me with his mouth, sucking one of my nipples between his lips until I gasp. His hands are at my hips then wrapping around to palm my ass.

I am lost to the sensations of him touching me. Whatever I imagined, the reality is so, so much better. My nerves are sensitive, my body aching and craving more even while he sends me higher.

“Legion,” I whisper.

“Feeling impatient, little assassin?”

“Yes.” The word is a plea, and he answers by slipping his hand into the waist of my pants and sliding his fingers into my already wet panties.

I rock my hips to meet him, and he leans in, chuckling darkly against my ear. “I’m here to please you, but that doesn’t mean I plan to give in to your demands. You’re my enemy, remember?”

His words are a challenge that makes me want to fight with him almost as much as I want to come for him. Clearly, he wants to do both—and for some reason, it only turns me on more.

I open my mouth to blast him with a snarky response when he slides a finger deep inside me. My words are stolen as he pushes his finger slowly in and out of me. Then two fingers. His thumb brushes over my clit, drawing a sound of approval from my lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding tight as he sets an excruciating pace of delicious pleasure.

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