Page 70 of Luna Rising

I set the mostly empty bottle of blood on the counter behind me and crossed my arms. “What way am I, Ewan?” I cocked my head to the side. “Bratty, right?”

“You’re being a brat right now. And don’t pick this hill to die. Pick something interesting for us to fight about.”

He drained his beer and set the bottle down hard on the counter. He placed one hand on either side of my hips, caging me in his arms. “Or we can skip the fight and go right for the makeup sex.”

“I want to be mad. Make me mad, Ewan.”

“Fine. I’ve had a threesome.”

I rolled my eyes. “Boring. And I already knew that. You drank when you, me, and Winter played Never-Have-I-Ever. Doesn’t count.”

“It was with a girl and Charlie.”

“You’re supposed to making me mad, not turned on. Something else,” I demanded.

“I’ve considered cutting up all your clothes and giving you only Arcane University to sweats to wear so that no one else can look at you.” Liquid gold lit up his irises as he pressed his hips into mine.

“No. That gets me all hot and bothered, too,” I scoffed.

He leaned in so his lips were inches from mine. “Generic mayo tastes the same as name brand.”

“Blasphemy. You have the tastebuds of a heathen. I’m not willing to debate that.”

“You’re cute when you’re indignant.”

“Why won’t you let me be mad?”

He rolled his hips against me, letting me feel how much he was enjoying our back and forth. “You are free to be mad. You’re choosing to be difficult, and I don’t think you are mad anymore and that’s the issue.”

“Oh, sure, blame me for your inability to make me mad. Such like a man.”

“A man who loves you.” His mouth covered mine.

I refused to kiss him back on principle, and that principle was pettiness.

Ewan stepped back, gaze smoldering as he spun his finger in a circle, using his alpha voice when he said, “Take off your dress.”

His authority rippled through me. I could have said no, which was why I obeyed. Following his orders was my choice, and he knew that. I curled my arms behind my back and lowered the zipper. Ewan watched as I worked my shoulders out of the material and let it slide down my body to pool at my feet. His heated gaze licked my body from head to toe.

“Turn around and put your hands on the counter.”

My thighs trembled with anticipation as he stepped closer. He swept my hair over one shoulder, careful not to touch me. Ewan grabbed the counter, placing his hands on either side of mine. I tried to rub against him, needing to feel his comforting presence, but his arms were longer than mine and I couldn’t quite make contact. I whined and feigned annoyance, secretly enjoying whatever game he wanted to play.

His flannel-covered chest bumped against my back as he laughed. “You wanted to be mad. Frustrated is close, right?” He dragged his fangs across my shoulder, just hard enough to draw two thin lines of blood, which he licked off my skin.

I shuddered and gritted my teeth, my own fangs piercing my lip.

“I love the way you taste,” he murmured against skin and then stepped back and pulled off his shirt. He ran his knuckled down the column of my spine.

I arched my back and rolled my shoulder, moaning as he worked out the knots in my muscles. Ewan fingered the silk bow on my panties.

Fuck, I want to bend her over and take her right now.

My grip tightened on the marble countertop, the skin over my knuckles stretched. He palmed my ass cheek and squeezed before sliding his hand between my legs. I ached all over, my breasts feeling full and ready to spill over the cups of my bra. He stroked me over my panties. I chased the movements with my hips, desperately craving his skin on mine.

“I love how wet you get for me.” He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck and slid both palms up my ribcage. “I love everything about you.”

I rolled my hips against him, liking the way his rough jeans felt on the backs of my thighs. He cupped my breasts. My nipples strained against silky fabric, begging to be let free. He snapped the clasp with his teeth and nudged the straps from my shoulders so they would slide down my arms.

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