The way his arm tightened around my shoulders suggested I’d succeeded.
Just as the glare he tossed my way said I would regret that statement.
I merely batted my eyes at him in response.
Zane kept the flirting to a minimum as he led us the rest of the way to our room. But he did pause at the door to say, “There are some toys in the chest by the bed. Enjoy.”
A sexy little smirk twisted his lips, and then he left without another word.
I started to watch him sashay down the hall, but Ezra yanked me inside and shut the door before I could enjoy the view.
The Archangel glowered down at me.
I smiled back, doing my best to appear as innocent as possible. “What?”
“You’re mine, Kayla. And I don’t share.”
I rolled my eyes. “This again.”
“Yeah,thisagain.” His palm went to my throat as he backed me up against the door. “You can try to kill me. Fight me. Hate me, if you must. But you’re still mine.”
Some of my exhaustion fled in favor of a spike of anger. “Because you tricked me into a blood bond.”
“Yes. I did. And I don’t regret it.” His mouth claimed mine in the next breath, keeping me from replying.
I started to push him away, my hands landing on his shoulders to do so, but one of his thighs wedged between mine and short-circuited my brain.
One second, I wanted to shove him.
The next, I was clinging to him as though he were my primary purpose in life.
He unleashed that powerful tongue of his, each swipe against mine coaxing me into submitting. It didn’t take much. Because I wanted him. I wantedthis. And I didn’t see the point in denying him.
His palms went to my hips to lift me up against the door. I wrapped my legs and arms around him in response.
And then he carried me to the bed.
He didn’t bother opening the chest. And I didn’t bother to ask.
We didn’t need any toys.
Just each other.
Justthis.
Our clothes disappeared beneath our hands and our mouths, leaving us naked and entangled on the bed.
But he didn’t immediately enter me.
Instead, he kissed a delirious path down my body after saying, “Our version of foreplay.”
He bit my nipple, then soothed it with his tongue before continuing his journey to the apex between my thighs.
I moaned. Screamed. Begged. And nearly cried.
All the while, he taunted me with his tongue, owning me entirely with his mouth.
I pulled at his hair, needing more.
