Page 27 of Wed Or Dead

Would it have been so wrong to take more pleasure? Before the pain that was promised?

I’ll carve her up.

Her eyes closed. Her hands curled around his shoulders. She knew what she wanted.

They had an hour.

No cameras. No audio recordings.

An hour.

She rubbed her body lightly against his.Take more pleasure.Because if the escape plan forming in her mind didn’t work, she’d know only pain in the time to come.

No, I want pleasure.

“I don’t…I don’t care why you married me.” Her voice came out soft and husky.

His head lifted. She couldn’t read the emotion behind the strong lines and angles of his face. And she’d always thought he seemed open? What a lie.

Shifters are born to lie.Lyle’s words. She just hadn’t realized—hewas the one with the best skills at deception.

“I don’t care why,” she repeated. She didn’t even want to talk about that genetic match bull right then. She just wanted him.

Maybe he had been playing her, the way she’d intended to play him.

Catch a hunter. Spring your trap.

They were both trapped now, and they had only each other. So she simply told Gage what she felt. “Before he comes back, I want to be with you again.”

His pupils expanded until only black seemed to fill his gaze. No more bright blue. Slowly, he lowered her to the floor. Her feet touched the stone. Okay, right, she got that this wasn’t exactly the honeymoon suite. The cage bars weren’t sexy. The cot was narrow. The?—

“Your timing is shit,” he informed her as his voice roughened with arousal.

Um, yeah, true, but it wasn’t like she had a rain check option that she could offer up to him.

Gage pulled in a deep breath. “Don’t cry out,” he told her in that hard rasp that sent shivers skating over her body. “He’ll hear, and I don’t want him hearing a single sound that you make for me.”

Kayla licked her lips. No screaming this time. Check. She could do that.

Could he? Gage had been pretty loud last time.

Then his hands were on her jeans. Yanking at the snap and jerking down the zipper. She kicked out of her boots and?—

His fingers slid between her legs. Pushed up into her sex, and she gasped at the sensual touch. Kayla rose onto her toes, trying to adjust to the feel of those long, hard fingers inside of her. She wasn’t ready, not yet, but?—

His thumb pushed over her clit. His fingers withdrew. Thrust again.

Her knees did a little jiggle even as her sex tightened around his thrusting fingers. Just that fast, Kayla knew she was getting wet for him. Adrenaline and need fired her blood, and her nails scratched over his arms as she pulled him closer.

When they kissed, there was nothing soft or gentle about it. Wild. Heat. Hunger.

Craving.

If this was her last time with him, she’d take everything he had. There was no control. No holding part of herself back. Only lust. Only him.

He ditched the jeans he’d been wearing and lifted her up into his arms. She loved his strength…when she’d feared that same strength in others. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and she held on to him as tightly as she could.

He positioned his cock at the entrance of her body. The broad head brushed against her. Teased. Only the tip slid inside. He wasn’t thrusting fully yet. Gage still had his control.

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