“You swear you aren’t hurt,kedves verem?” He inspects my face, his fingers roving along my back, my sides.
“No, are you?”
“No.” He tsks as if it were a silly question.
“Coal?”
“Safe. He ran into some Tantun trouble. I saved his ass, as usual.” His eyes narrow. “You put yourself in danger.”
“No, I?—”
“It wasn’t a question.” He reaches out and snatches Gage’s keycard.
“What are—” I gasp when he lifts me with one arm.
Swiping the card, he opens Gage’s quarters, carries me inside, slams the door, and takes me to the bed where he pins my wrists over my head and settles between my thighs.
“You ran from me.” His eyes are a chasm, a dark pit that threatens to devour me.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Liar.” He snarls and rakes his claws down my front, shredding my sweater and the t-shirt underneath but not so much as scratching my skin. Then he swipes across, destroying it completely.
“Gage said?—”
Another snarl. “Don’t even say his name. I should’ve killed him. You should’ve let me,kedves verem.”
“He said my friends were here. I wanted to see Wyatt and Evie and Gretchen again.” I can’t stop my eyes from watering. “They are. They’re alive.”
He sighs. “Your soft heart was easy to lure out. He took advantage, and you fell for it.”
“No, he told me the truth. I thought they were dead. But Wyatt and Evie were alive.Youlet me think they were dead even though you knew they weren’t!”
He tsks again. “They were alive when I last saw them. That was all I knew.”
“You didn’t even tell me that much!”
“It would have changed nothing. They were just as beyond your reach as you were theirs.”
“I—”
He slides his claws down the front of my pants, destroying the material with ease.
“What are you doing?” I protest as the fabric falls away, leaving me bare. He surveys me with a hunger that sends a pleasant shiver through me.
“You ran from me.” With an easy movement, he yanks his shirt off and uses it to mop the blood from his face. Then he shucks his pants, his thick cock popping free. “You know I’m a predator, Georgia. And youranfrom me.” He prowls over me and pins me again. “What did you think would happen? That I’d let you go?” His pupils are huge, eyes gone almost black. “I’ll never let go you.Never. No matter where you run, I’ll find you. I willalwaysfind you. There is no escape from me.”
“I didn’t run. I was?—”
He strikes at my neck.
I gasp, my body arching at the pleasure and pain. With a hard thrust, he slides inside me, his cock stretching me as I’m assaulted by a thousand sensations. A moan tears from me, my body on fire, my veins scorched as he pumps in and out of me.
He pulls back and licks my blood from his lips. “You aremine. You gave yourself to me. Say it.”
There is no gentleness in him, nothing of the soft declarations from our last time together. This is a claiming, a marking.
“Say it.” He kisses me, and I taste my blood on his tongue.
