Page 84 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Not bothering to deny my possessiveness, I straddled him. “Nothing can hurt your ego. Are we going to break the place then?”

A laugh startled out of him. “You want to break my lair?”

Ha! He said lair.

“Please.Three days of sex. You can’t tell me your mind hasn’t drawn up all kinds of fantasies. What surface? What position? How many times?”

His fangs descended.

Fascinated, I stroked one, careful to avoid the sharp tip. He closed his eyes, shuddering.

My voice was dry. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I haven’t had three days off in one hundred and thirty-five years.”

“You think you’re having three days off? Maybe this won’t be quite as good as I expected.”

His smile was smug. “You know better than that. I’ve been dreaming of this since the first exchange. I plan to enjoy every millimetre of your skin several times.”

Good. Because it was burning up.

I dropped the towel, meeting his gaze. “Don’t break the sofa, and that’s an order. Everything else is fair game.”

Kyros gripped my hips through the pooled towel. His green eyes held a wild edge as he took me in slowly.

“You’re so beautiful, mate. I’m not sure what I did to deserve you.”

Heat rushed to the surface, chasing the trail his eyes made over my frame. I fidgeted as the current between us inched higher, spreading to my curled toes and trembling fingers. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

I didn’t plan to.

“My mate,” he said fervently.

Kyros leaned forward to trail his tongue between my breasts over the long scratches, and air lodged in my throat.

“I’ve been hard all day,” he said against my stomach. “Watching you walk in that lingerie was fucking torture.”

A sassy retort died on my lips as he took one of my nipples in his mouth.

Wait.

Not this time.

I was sick of being the receiver. Sensing the shift in my mood, he rested back, watching me with dark curiosity. I smiled and started on the buttons of his shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“Undressing you.” I peeked up through my lashes, shoving his shirt off his shoulders.

His body vibrated, and my eyes fluttered closed as I relished the precarious control he had over the urge to touch me—toclaimme.

Admiring the firm expanse of his chest, I undid his belt and drew the zipper of his trousers down.

His breath hitched as I trailed my nails over his erection through the material.

“Lie down,” I instructed.

He shifted us before easing onto his back, fangs fully descended now. I grinned saucily, inching his pants down until he sprang free.

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