Page 14 of Enforced Love

“Of course, you won’t be,” Heath inserted. “We won’t let that happen.”

“I won’t let that happen,” I said and my gaze clashed with his. “I graduated top of my class. My combat skills are top notch. I didn’t get where I am on my back or my knees, no matter what you think.”

“I don’t think that,” Heath said, and somehow, I knew he was being honest.

Dracon just snorted and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I don’t have the luxury of having a cock to wave around so that I’ll be genetically acceptable in my chosen field,” I said, focusing on Dracon. “I’m not bigger or stronger than my comrades. What I am is better because I have no choice to be otherwise. I’m one of the few female Enforcers, the only one on this station. Whether I want the pressure or not, I’m a role model for deciding whether this is a career women can handle. I take that seriously, and the last thing I’d do is shoot myself in the ass by fucking around with someone I worked with.”

“So why did you?” Dracon asked, and for the first time, I saw beyond the anger. He honestly seemed to feel I’d used him, and apparently, that hurt his ego. For a brief moment, I felt sorry for him. Then he opened his mouth and spoke again. “Did you want to see if you’d get a good fuck on this mission? Didn’t want to go six weeks without?”

“You fucking prick,” I sneered. “You flatter yourself. I was leaving for six weeks and wanted a night of fun to send me off. Any good cock would have sufficed.”

Heath laughed, but I didn’t turn to look at him. I knew he’d see I was baiting Dracon, whose face went ruddy under his soft, brown skin.

“Any good cock?” he asked, his voice soft and deadly.

“Any,” I reiterated.

He moved quickly, and before I knew it, I was pressed between the wall and Dracon’s hard body, a body I remembered vividly.

“You sure you want to stick with that?” Dracon asked, holding my hands high above my head. His feet were inside mine, keeping my legs spread and not allowing me to use my knee on him. Wasn’t that precious? He thought he could control me.

I softened my body, letting everything go slack and reclined back against the wall, thrusting my breasts forward. His eyes zoned in there, just as I knew they would. Dracon was my boob man. I knew his weakness.

“What do you want me to say?” I asked softly. “You know how much last night meant to me. Just looking at you, all I think about is the feel of your mouth tugging on my nipples, the feel of your cock fucking my pussy.”

Dracon’s eyelids lowered, and I saw the lust ignite there. Under the right circumstances, men could be so easy to play. He leaned into me, as I knew he would, and his grip on my hands loosened, just as I wanted it to. I moaned and licked my lips. Dracon dropped his head to my right shoulder, angling his head toward my ear.

Position achieved.

I shifted my hands from his grip and ran them up his arms to his shoulders. Holding onto him, I reared back then slammed my head forward into his cheekbone, catching him totally unaware and knocking him back a few desperately needed inches.

“Fuck,” he yelled as he stepped back, his hands automatically going to his cheek and eye.

I faked a knee lift, and when he moved his legs together to shield, I swept my foot instead, knocking him on his ass. He landed hard on the floor, and now, he was cussing like a pro—or an alpha.

Before I could do more, Heath was there, wrapping an arm around me from behind. Shit! I’d been so focused on putting Dracon in his place that I’d forgotten about Heath. I automatically tensed in preparation. But Heath had anticipated my reaction, and okay, so sometimes, maybe, Alpha meant more than able.

I was wrapped full body, with his arms clamped around , trapping my arms to my sides, and his legs hobbling mine. With his four inches on me, his head wasn’t positioned so I could get him without hurting myself in the process.

“Calm down, Emma,” he said, his voice soft. “I don’t require convincing of your abilities, unlike some assholes.”

So he shared my feelings. I liked Heath even more now.

“Fuck,” Dracon swore again, and I snickered as he picked himself up off the floor. Honestly, I could have injured him a lot worse, but my heart just wasn’t in it. I saw the hurt in his eyes. He thought I’d used him. It didn’t excuse his words, but it helped me to understand where they were coming from.

“We did that already,” I simpered. “Remember?”

Yeah, so I still felt good and pissed. I was hurt, too.

Dracon glared at me and clenched his hands into fists at his sides. I smiled when I saw his cheek already swelling just beneath his eye. Dad always said I had a hard head. Apparently, he was right.

“There’s no way we’re spending the next six weeks with her,” Dracon said, his voice low and hard.

“Yes, we are,” Heath replied softly. Funny, last night, I’d seen Dracon as the dominant one. It appeared I’d been mistaken. Apparently, Dracon was only the dominant one in the bedroom.

“You can’t be serious,” Dracon exploded. “She used us.”

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