Page 52 of The Rebel and the Rogue

“What the—”

Zenos came in, ion pistol raised. He stopped just inside the room, legs spread wide, gaze squarely on me.

He was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. But that meant nothing.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snapped.

He reached his arm out, slapped the wall, and the door closed behind him, not silently since his ion shot must have done something to the inner mechanism.

“I’m here for you. I’m thinking I should stun you to keep you from running off. Sound familiar?”

I arched a brow. “Oh really?”

He said nothing.

“You here for another quick fuck?”

He stepped to the edge of the bed. “Yes.”

I sat back on my heels, deflated. “Not happening. Not offering.”

I was in my shirt and panties, I’d ditched my pants and boots on the floor.

“You’ve offered what I want since the first time I saw you.”

“It’s off the table. My pussy’s not available.”

He opened his mouth, and I cut him off with a raised hand.

“Neither is my ass or mouth, so don’t even think it.”

He reached out, grabbed my upper arm and pulled me back up onto my knees. With his free hand, he tucked my long hair back over my shoulder, slid a finger down the length of my neck.

“While appealing, that’s not what I had in mind.”

I swallowed, took in his gorgeous face. His dark eyes were on my pulse point. His jaw was clenched. His grip, while sure, was gentle.

“What… what did you have in mind?” I asked.

“Your neck.”

I licked my lips, a little startled, a little afraid. A whole lot confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean to bite you, Ivy Birkeland of Earth. I mean to fuck you at the same time. Claim you. It won’t be gentle. It can’t be, not with my fangs piercing your flesh for the first time. Not with the mating fist locking us together. We’ll be fucking for hours.”

I whimpered at the thought of hours.

I tugged at his hold, and he released me. I flew off the bed, went across the room to put as much distance between us as possible, which wasn’t all that much. This wasn’t the Ritz.

“Don’t mess with me, Zenos.”

“I’m not.”

“You didn’t get what you wanted, so you’re here like a petulant child.”

“I’m not,” he repeated. “I’m angry.”

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