Page 57 of Never Feed a Dragon

“But that doesn’t mean the guys aren’t the ones who love more,” Eli countered.

“We’re never going to agree on this,” I said, done with the conversation.

Eli let out a breath of frustration, but stopped arguing with me.

It felt much different than the playful fighting we’d done in the past. More serious. And more real.

The movie played all the way through.

I barely followed along with the plot. My body hurt, and I was sweating more and more by the minute.

Eli’s touch on my arm remained light, and halfway through, he rolled onto his side to put his hand on my abdomen. He didn’t bother asking before slipping his palm beneath my sleep top, either.

When the credits started playing. I turned on a new movie.

“You’re in pain, Spaghetti,” Eli said, his voice unhappy.

“I’m fine.” I gritted the words out. After our conversation, I really had no desire to be with him again, outside of my body’s insistence.

“I can smell it on your skin.” He lowered his nose to my neck, and my body flushed further with his light brush to the place he’d bitten me. “Forget what we were talking about earlier. Let me make you feel good. We already agreed to be nothing more than roommates with benefits.”

He wasn’t wrong.

And I hurt everywhere.

It wouldn’t be risking my heart to have more crazy hot sex with my permanent roommate, would it?

Maybe it would be.

But there really wasn’t an alternative.

“Don’t make me seduce you, woman,” Eli finally rumbled, his lips brushing his healed bite once again. The touch made me shiver.

“Go ahead and try,” I whispered.

His hand slid lower, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts while a mental image appeared in my mind.

His face was between my thighs again.

A moan escaped me.

My head tipped back, my eyes closing. His fingers dragged over my clit, and I swore.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His lips moved down my shoulder, finding my breast. He sucked my nipple lightly through the fabric of my top, and my body arched. “Heat’s going to be too strong to fight anymore after you’ve taken my cock again.”

“Then let’s stop fighting it.” I rocked as his thick finger entered me, his thumb still on my clit. “I don’t want to hurt anymore.”

“Good.” He dragged his teeth over my nipple before releasing it, then freed his hand from my shorts. I started to protest, but he got my top over my head, and my shorts to my feet so fast, the sound died in my throat.

A cry of pleasure replaced it when his tongue found my core, his hands opening my thighs wider.

And I was lost to the lust of heat.

Days passed quickly after that.

Hell, weeks passed quickly.

Two weeks, to be exact.

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