My thighs clench tight against each other. I can’t take it anymore. If I stay here one second longer, I’m going to break and embarrass myself.
I turn to go but Brexley only lowers his arm, more effectively boxing me in. I rear back, avoiding his touch. I’m reminded of when we first met at my grandma’s, how he moved to trap me just like this. Then, I’d found it a fun, intriguing game gone wild. But now? Forget ogres and ice mages, I’d never been in more danger than right now.
My breath is shallow and I try to focus on the dirty alley wall over his shoulder. His eyes practically rake down my body. My nipples tighten, my piercings add hot spikes of pain and pleasure that nearly drive me out of my mind.
“Did you know that Weres have extraordinary tongues, dexterous, wide, which is why we really know how to lap up something sweet?”
“You’re disgusting,” I say. I'm flailing, trying to do anything I can to make him stop. But now I’m remembering. Remembering the feel of his mouth against me.
“Is that disgust I smell?” He chuckles darkly.
My eyes snap to his. Is that how he reads me so well? He can smell my desire? Outrage cuts through the arousal.
I glare. “Are you attempting to mix business with pleasure again? Because I thought we both agreed it was a bad idea.”
Some of the playfulness drains from his expression as he looks thoughtful. “I’ve never done it in the past, but you are . . . something else.”
It doesn’t sound like a compliment.
“Yeah, I’m something you can’t handle.” The second it’s out of my mouth, I recognize my fatal mistake.
Brexley curls his tongue behind his teeth, leaning in until he is mere inchesfrom me. His face twists in a snarl, eyes sparkling in dark delight. “Oh little Red, now I’m going to have to eat you up.”
Chapter22
Kiss with a Fist
BREXLEY
Fuck “no touching.”
I grab her by the back of her head and haul her into a bruising kiss. My hand pushes its way past her coat, meeting bare flesh before roughly forcing up that fucking leather bra that I should burn for torturing me all goddamn night long. I’ll put it in the fire with the hideous bra she keeps wearing. It would make for a strange kind of yin/yang catharsis.
My fingers catch on her nipple ring, and I tweak and twist at it mercilessly. She squeals and I don’t fucking care who hears it.
I’m going to touch and mark every last bit to show her how wrong she is. About Hunter, about me, about everything.
Her mouth is hot, willing, and the most sinful thing I’ve tasted after her pussy. Red’s hips roll against my body, and I know she’s aroused past frustration. Fucking good, because she’s been frustrating me for too long already.
I give her nipple ring a particularly punishing tweak. She yelps against my mouth before she growls. Then she bites at my lip, trying to draw blood, her teeth scraping against mine in a fight for dominance. Her sudden violence excites me, so I yank the hair at the base of her skull, forcing her to submit to me. I deepen the kiss, sweeping my tongue in her mouth. I revel in her taste, exploring her mouth exactly how I want. I give her other nipple ring a twist. My cock is so hard it makes me goddamn furious.
“You think I can’t handle you? Pet, I’m the only one who can.”
Hands slam into my chest, and I’m forced back a couple of steps. Red’s fist connects with my cheek before I compute what’s coming. Pain explodes along my cheek like fire. My finger gently pads the tender skin as I take in Red’s state. Swollen lips, eyes feverish and glassy, her coat is open, and the leather bra is still askew. Tousled flame hair spills over her shoulders, and for a moment I think I'm standing before a mythical fury.
Red's expression is caught between animalistic fury and the last fraying strands of hesitance. Fear flickers in between the two states. Not of me, she’s scared of herself. But I can fix that. Give her something else to target her violence at.
I lick the taste of copper from inside my cheek. “Hard to act like a human now isn’t it, my pet?” I taunt.
She punches me in the face again and again while saying, “I am human. My father was human and so am I.”
I welcome the smash of her fist, knowing she can’t seriously hurt me.
That’s it, little Red. The prude boy can’t take it, but I can. I can take all of you.
My fangs elongate and I know my eyes are flashing. I taste more blood, but it only excites me.
I grab her and twist until she’s restrained in an arm lock. My open palm smacks her butt cheek so hard my palm stings. The scent of her arousal thickens around me even as I let her go. She stumbles forward, off balance.
