Page 49 of A Shadow of Betrayal

“You're a fucking monster,” I grind out.

“No, Little Hunter. I’m worse,” he growls, his fingers curling around my leg, his fingertips grazing my inner thigh and sending a burst of raw need through my body. My nipples pebble as my chest rubs against his back, and I grind my teeth together, envisioning everything I could do to him if I had a few throwing knives at my disposal. Unfortunately, the last three blades are tucked under Lennox’s thick arm, and there is no way to get to them.

Fucking bastard!

I do as I’m told, keeping my mouth shut as voices call out to Lennox, asking him what he’s doing and if the Ranger he has over his shoulder is okay. Lennox waves them off, pointing in the direction that he saw the Demon Legion, then keeps walking, making several Umbra Hunters and Seniors look after him with irritated expressions. Probably not liking how Lennox just bossed everyone around.

When we finally grow closer to the Castle, I shift on his shoulder, trying to relieve some of the pressure on my stomach. Lennox’s grip loosens the slightest amount, allowing me to get more comfortable, and I grin.

Stupid man.

Kicking out, I twist in his arms, breaking his tight hold on my legs before wrapping my arm around his neck, throwing my weight forward, and taking the big Viking off his feet. We hit the ground hard, and I hear Lennox grunt, then curse as I slide down his body, straddling his waist while grabbing one of my throwing knives. But Lennox is faster, wrapping his big hand around my wrist, his thumb putting pressure on the soft point of my hand in between my thumb and forefinger, making me drop the blade with a shout of pain.

He darts his other hand up, slamming it over my mouth to muffle my shouts, and I sink my teeth into his palm in response, making him hiss in pain, and yank his hand from my lips.

“I take it back,” he hisses between clenched teeth as he yanks me forward, wrapping his arms around me, keeping my arms pressed to my sides. “You're not a Little Hunter; you're a Little Demon!” I kick him in the shins, earning another growl as he rolls, trapping me under him. “Stop being such a brat!”

“Let me go,” I snarl, bucking my hips, trying to throw his weight off me. Lennox groans, then chuckles, leaning down, his soft lips grazing the shell of my ear.

“Do that again, Little Demon. I dare you,” his voice dips several octaves as he rolls his hips, his delicious scent filling my senses and driving me wild as he presses his very obvious erection into my hip, making me freeze as liquid heat pools in my center.

Dammit, I need to get out of this position before I do something stupid like rub myself all over him. But Lennox is so damn heavy; I don't know how I will accomplish that.

Unless… An idea sparks just as I see a glint of silver only a foot or so away from me. My blade! Excitement builds in me as I accept Lennox’s dare, arching my hips and pressing into his hard cock, making his dark chuckle freeze in his throat in surprise. Lennox lifts his hips away from mine, his thick length jerking in his pants before he can hide his reaction. I press myself further into the snow, giving me more room to turn and bring my knee up, nailing him hard in the crotch.

Lennox inhales sharply, and I shove him to his side, standing up and gloating a little when he reaches down and cups his now aching dick. “Really?” he says breathlessly, glaring up at me, and I shrug.

“I said to let me go. You brought it on yourself.” I wink at him and pivot on my heel, determined to walk away from him like some type of badass, but that idea is thwarted when Lennox catches my ankle and yanks it out from under me. I fall forward with a shout, my arms wheeling out at my sides before I land face-first in the snow.

“I can't tell if your behavior is cute or annoying,” Lennox says, yanking me close enough to grab my waist and flip me until I face him. Wiping the snow from my face, I eye him as he reaches out and brushes some hair away from my eyes. His touch is soft, almost tender, and instantly puts me on guard.

“Relax,” he grumbles when he feels how tense my body is against his. I feel his breath on my lips and look up, finding him much closer than he had been before. My heart somersaults in my chest as his hand resting under me firmly presses against my lower back. “I won’t hurt you, though I will figure out some payback for the knee to my balls. Do that again, and I will return the favor,” he threatens.

“Don’t be a dick, and it won’t happen again,” I reply, making a smile form on his lips, taking my breath away. Why does he look so different when he’s smiling? His arm tightens, pulling my chest flush with his, making my breath hitch.

“According to my brothers, I’m always a dick. So, I'm afraid that's not a solution,” he muses, his face inching closer to mine, his arms holding me close. The problem is, they no longer feel confining, like he's trying to trap me… In fact, I'm pretty sure if I pulled away right now, Lennox would let me go.

So why am I not moving?

My eyes dart back to his, and I swallow before glancing down at his full lips. A small growl of approval rumbles from him, and goosebumps race over my arms. I shouldn’t be here; I shouldn't let him hold me this way. But a small part of me wants to see where this will lead.

“What are you doing?” I ask when his dark green eyes fall to my lips and linger there. He raises a hand from my hip to cup my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip as his brows draw together, his eyes hooding.

“Something I shouldn’t,” he whispers, his hand moving up and tangling in my hair as he rolls his body just the slightest amount until he’s looking down at me, his black hair falling around us. “Stop me,” he rasps, the words coming out almost desperately. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers, his eyes scanning mine, looking for any sign that I don't want this, that I want him to get off me. But he won’t find it because, at this moment, I want nothing more than to lose myself in this man's kiss, to feel his hard body pressed to mine, our arms and legs tangled together until we are all that is left in this world.

“No,” I whisper, making his lips twist into a devilish smile.

“You should have taken your chance while you still had it, Little Demon,” Lennox growls, his eyes lighting up with lust as his hand fists my hair, and tugs, making me gasp in shock before he slams his lips down, capturing my mouth with a fierce kiss.

TWENTY-FIVE

Meyer

Lennox tugs on my hair, a painful pleasure lighting my scalp as he tilts my head to the side, making me moan into his mouth as he deepens our kiss. His teeth graze my bottom lip as he pulls back for a moment, only to slam his lips back on mine with a growl, lighting up every inch of my body. It's a punishing, raw, and fierce kiss, making me feel things I’ve never experienced before. And I’m relishing it.

My body heats, my back arching to get closer as Lennox presses his knee between my thighs, spreading them until I cradle his big frame with my body. I wrap my legs around his hips, and let my hands run up and over his shoulders before moving them into his long, black hair. Lennox hums in approval, rolling his hips and grinding his erection against my leather-clad center.

I gasp, wanting nothing more than to rip my clothes off and let this man do wicked things to me. “More,” I whisper, when Lennox pulls back with a gasp, his lips never leaving my skin as they kiss down my neck where they latch, and he sucks hard. Pain spikes, and I buck under him, growling and fisting his hair, tugging his head back from my neck and making him growl in approval before he snarls and reaches up, yanking my hands away from his hair and shaking his head.

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