Page 23 of The Wolf's Bullied Pregnant Mate
“Get some new insults,” I purred.
Zephyr lunged for me. I fired up an invisible wall of protection in front of me, but it wasn’t a wolf who leaped for me. It was still Zephyr, and he was up in my face, his hands slamming either side of my head.
His face ducked until he was inches away. Every hard line of his face, every handsome detail, was painfully close, and I couldn’t help noticing.
“How did it feel?” I asked again. “To know you wanted me more than you wanted to kill me?”
“Watch your mouth,” he warned.
“Or what?”
“You don’t want to cross those lines with me, Adalyn.”
“Maybe I do,” I murmured. “Maybe Iwantto see what happens when you snap.”
“You saw what happened,” he told me, his voice dropping dangerously low. “And from what I remember, you pleaded for your life.”
I recalled the feeling of his hands on my throat—but, horrifically, it wasn’t fear that rose in me now. It was arousal. A pure, deep pit of arousal that yearned for those fingers on my neck again, all of Zephyr’s intense, burning attention narrowed onto me.
“Are you really so scared to let go?” I asked.
“No, butyoushould be scared of me unleashing myself onto you.”
I forced myself to smile, to not show fear. Because that was there, but it was getting harder and harder to keep a grip on my fear with every word he said.
“What is it like?” I asked. “Desiring your enemy?”
His gaze roved over my face. He swallowed. “You tell me.”
I laughed. “Is it really so hard for you to say you wanted me, even for just a moment, in that hallway?”
A growl rippled from his throat. “I have no problem accepting what I desire.”
“Really?” I purred. “It doesn’t look that way.”
“Yeah? How does it look, then?”
I stepped closer to him, this man who had wanted to take my life, and drew a long nail down the column of his neck. “It looks like you want me, but hate yourself for it. It looks like the anger and desire twist inside of you, and you don’t know which feeling to follow.” A line of pink followed where my nail dragged. “It looks, Zephyr, like you’re holding yourself back from wrapping those hands around my throat once again.” I cocked my head. “But in what way this time?”
His body pressed into mine, his hands fisting either side of my head. “God, your mouth,” he muttered. His thumb pressed into it, and his eyes closed briefly as if unable to think about the fact that he was touching me at all. The pressure grew heavier. His head tipped back, and I puckered my mouth around his thumb, sucking lightly. Zephyr snarled, more of a groan than anything, and his eyes snapped back to mine.
“Don’t push me to do something you’ll regret later,” he warned.
“I’m not pushing you to do anything,” I whispered. “It’s all you. What do you want, Zephyr?”
He gazed at me for a few long moments. I thought he would walk away, retreat to the other side of the room. But he didn’t. He crowded close, nudging me so I was no longer pressed to the wall but backing up against his advancements. He walked on, pushing me back towards the bed. My legs hit the frame. Zephyr gained on me.
“What do you want?” I asked again, taunting him.
“You,” he said, and then his mouth was on mine.
Chapter 10 - Zephyr
I didn’t know what I was doing, not when I kissed her again. Not when I had her face cradled in my palms, and my body was nudging hers back towards the bed—towards a decision I couldn’t make anymore.
My instincts roared at me—I wanted her. I hated her. The two were a delicious, addictive cocktail of feelings I was downing, gulp after gulp. She had tricked me by bringing me here, into this witch’s sanctuary, knowing we were stuck here until we got our all-clear to leave.
But everything flew from my mind as soon as our lips met, and she parted hers beneath mine, her head tipping back. She was so goddamnsmall. I towered over her. How could she ever think she was as powerful as me?
