Page 74 of The Bond That Burns

And this whole predatory cat thing he was doing was strangely working.

But I had to get out of here. This couldn’t go any further.

“You shouldn’t have left your door open,” I shot back. “It was careless. Anyone could have come in.”

“Maybe I wanted them to. Did you ever think of that? Maybe I was waiting for someone.” He looked down at me, his gray eyes burning with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.

I made myself think of all the girls who had probably been laying just where I was now. But it didn’t work. It just made things worse.

“I think you need to let me up,” I said, my voice as firm as I could make it.

“And I think,” he murmured, his voice a low, suggestive purr. “You owe me a little peek.”

“I don’t owe you anything,” I snapped, raising my hands and shoving at his chest. “You’re being ridiculous.”

He didn’t budge.

“What’s ridiculous, little dragon, is that you think you can walk into my space and walk out again without any consequences.”

“What kind of consequences?”

His smirk vanished, replaced by something darker. “I think you’re about to find out,” he said softly.

Without warning, his hand was in my pants, slipping between my thighs.

The touch of his fingers against my pussy was everything I’d been denying I wanted. I couldn’t help it. I moaned, a low sound of frustration and pent up desire.

Blake groaned. “You’re so wet for me, little dragon. Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

“It’s not for you,” I lied between gritted teeth. “Not everything is aboutyou. Now let me up, Blake.”

He met my eyes. “Let’s make a deal. All you have to do is scream once and I’ll let you go.”

His hand started to move inside me. He slipped a second finger in alongside the first, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. His thumb slipped over my clit, gently rubbing back and forth. I gasped.

Notably, I didn’t scream.

“What are you doing?” I managed to say.

“Exactly what you’re too chickenshit to say you want,” he said, lowering his head to my ear. “I told you what to do if you wanted me to let you go. I’m all about mutual satisfaction, Pendragon. And right now, it looks like you could use some satisfaction. Tell me I’m wrong.”

But the problem was, I couldn’t.

His hand moved against me again and I couldn’t help myself. I lifted my hips to give him better access, biting my lip to contain another moan.

“I take it you’re staying. Then all this,” he said, gesturing with his other hand. “Has to go.”

Before I could even formulate an answer, his hands moved.Fast. My shirt was ripped down the front, torn down the middle. My pants suddenly slid from my hips. Underwear and boots vanished, too.

A split second later and I was as naked as Blake was.

He straddled me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Maybe his arousal should have been off-putting. But all I could think about was how close his cock was to where I really wanted it.

He was looking back at me, his face a mix of shock and pure hunger. “By the Bloodmaiden, Pendragon. I thought I knew what you looked like before, but this...” His voice trailed off, his dark eyes raking over me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. “So this is what you’ve been hiding.”

Instantly, I felt my cheeks redden. He was laughing at me. The bastard was fucking laughing. I opened my mouth to say something angry, but he beat me to the punch.

“Magnificent. Utterly magnificent.” And it was his tone of voice that caught me off guard this time. Reverent. No, worshipful.

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