Page 34 of Rejected Mate

His mouth hovered inches from mine, his breath sticky and sweet. My eyes dipped to his fangs. So sharp. What would they feel like if I ran the tip of my tongue over them?

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned toward him and licked my lips.

His mouth smashed against mine, tongue, and lips frantic as he pressed himself into me. His knee spread my thighs and one hand let go of mine to grip my head as his tongue scraped desperately against mine.

Holy stars, I wanted him like I’d wanted nothing else in my life. My body hummed to life as every one of my senses filled with him. I gripped his shirt and yanked him towards me, ripping it in the process. He pulled at my gown, breaking a strap so that he could run his tongue up the column of my throat. My body trembled with want and desire. Would he undress me? Would I like it?

As I leaned up against him, I felt the sweet sting of something sharp piercing my skin. A fang in my throat. I groaned in pleasure.

“No!” he cried.

One second Ares was everywhere, and the next he was nowhere.

I staggered as he sped to the other side of the room. My fingers reached up to where I had felt the pinprick and came away with a few drops of blood.

“Leave,” he said, not looking at me. The blood was affecting him. He’d been able to control himself earlier, but now, in his drunken and aroused state, it seemed he didn’t have that power.

“Go now if you know what’s good for you.” He gestured wildly at the door.

“You can’t just do that,” I said, angrier now than I had been all night.

“Go!” he roared.

“Fine,” I shouted back, pulling at my ruined dress. “And I lied.” I turned to go and whirled back. “Callan was a better kisser than you!”

Hard, dark eyes stared back at me. “It doesn’t matter. William has plans for us. You’re the Supreme Alpha’s granddaughter, and he thinks you and I are tied together, even if it was written long ago, even if it makes no sense.”

What the hell was he talking about? It sounded like drunken ramblings.

His eyes dropped to the tapestry, the one he’d torn off the wall. Was something written on there? Something I needed to see? Something that would explain his fixation with me? Or mine with him? The real reason why he’d felt the need to bring me here to talk?

I stepped toward the tapestry, but Ares was faster. He whirled me around, opened the door, and pushed me out before I could even take another step.

The door shut, and the lock clicked. Whatever had just happened, it was over whether I liked it or not.

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