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I couldn’t believe I’d said it out loud. Maybe I wasn’t entirely ready for this, but there was something in me—something I couldn’t suppress—that wanted to reach out to him, to offer him comfort, even if it was just for this moment.
Dion didn’t say anything at first. Instead, his eyes flicked to my lips. I felt a gut-deep pull toward him. We were close—so close I could almost feel the brush of his lips on mine. And then, as if breaking free from some invisible hold, he pulled away from me.
He let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair. “Too bad you aren’t her.”
I froze, my heart sinking into my stomach. What was he talking about? Before I could react, Dion turned and walkedaway, the sound of his boots heavy against the floor. He moved to the door, and just as I was about to speak, he slammed it behind him with a force that made the walls rattle. The sound echoed in the empty space, louder than anything I could have imagined.
Chapter 10
Dion
The door slammed closed behind me. I could still taste her breath on my lips. It hadn’t been a kiss, but the feeling was as real as if it had been. That bittersweet hint of her. The intoxicating tang of her. That bite of poison beneath the fruit.
Niamh lingered on my tongue, and I hated it. I hated that I was so damn affected by it. I hated that I couldn’t just shake it off. I hated that I couldn’t move another step away from the door.
Footsteps approached from the other side. The door slammed open. She didn’t even give me time to turn. She grabbed my wrist, her fingers warm and firm, and pulled me back inside the room.
She wasn’t strong enough to command me. Not physically. My body didn’t get that memo. It responded to her touch even before my mind caught up. Luckily, my big head managed to overtake my little head, and I remembered that she was playing a game.
Looking down at her—the fake her—was a mind trip. I didn’t mind the hair so much. Pink was my favorite color. It was the color of so many things I loved: lips, tongues, labials, clits. What I didn’t like was how she’d lightened her skin color. I preferred the golden brown.
“What are you doing?” I gritted out, my voice tight. “I just told you my fated mate is near. Are you trying to get me to cheat on her with you?”
Niamh didn’t release me. Her grip remained firm on my wrist as she looked up at me. I could see through that false color to the hazel of her eyes. She stepped closer, the space between us shrinking with every breath, until I felt her warmth radiating through the thin fabric of our clothes.
Her lips were the same shape. I knew the texture of that mouth. How the top lip was plumper than the bottom one. It was usually the other way around. They parted, and she licked them slowly. It was a move that sent a pulse of heat straight through me. The feelings burning inside me I saw reflected back at me in the hazel sparks of her eyes.
This wasn’t a game any longer. She wanted me. She wanted this.
Maybe it was the bond. Maybe she was struggling with the choices she’d backed us both into. She would reveal the identity she was hiding and claim me. Or she could keep pretending so that one of us would reject the other.
I knew two things. One; it wouldn’t be me doing the rejecting. And two I was going to make her beg.
“Say please.”
She blinked a few times, but her gaze still wasn’t clear. “Wh-what?”
With a flick of my wrist, I freed myself from her grasp but not before feeling the lingering warmth of her fingers. I took that same hand and slid it slowly up her forearm. I kept mytouch light. There were sparks between my fingertips and her flesh. The skin beneath my touch was soft, but there was a heat radiating off her that set every nerve in my body alight.
“Say please. ‘Please, King Dion, use my body. Forsake your fated mate for my pleasure.’”
My fingers glided farther, brushing over the delicate lines of her arm. She was dainty, my fairy, but I’d seen her strength. I’d heard her sass. She was not going to go down easy.
The game was back on.
The subtle tremor of her skin under my touch didn’t go unnoticed. Her breath quickened as she tried to remain composed. Her body betrayed her.
“You want it? Say it.”
My gaze flickered to her face, studying the way her lips parted slightly, the heat of desire flickering in her eyes. She wasn’t saying a word, but her body was speaking volumes. I leaned in just enough to feel the rise and fall of her breath against my skin, letting the tension between us grow, thickening the air with unspoken promise.
My hand traveled upwards until I reached the soft curve of her shoulder. Her body leaned into my touch. Her nostrils flared as she breathed me in, like she couldn’t get enough of the feeling of my skin against hers.
“Tell me to forsake my fated mate for you and I’ll make you orgasm so hard, so many times, you’ll see stars.”
Her lips parted. That lower lip suddenly looked heavier than the upper one. “I want…”
I cupped her cheek, my palm warm against her cool skin. Her breath hitched. My thumb grazed over her bottom lip, soft and full. The warmth of her mouth beneath my touch almost broke my control. I could feel the delicate shiver of anticipation in the way she exhaled.
