Because beyond the taunts, there is another side. Softer. Tender where the pain hasn’t reached.
So he changes the tone.
“Feel like putting on a little show of your own, Jaxxy?” He wags his eyebrows suggestively.
She stares at him, unflinching, the slightest look of exasperation on her face.
Then she laughs.
Not big, but real. A little giggle that reminds him of the woman beneath the wounds.
Rule two: Make her laugh.
She saunters toward him, hips swaying seductively—their rhythm godsdamned hypnotic.
Her hand reaches up, gripping his chin firmly between her fingers.
“First, we swap information. Then, maybe little Tarrakai can come out for a ride,” she moans the words, gripping his crotch firmly in the palm of her hand.
Holy fucking Stars, this woman.
Ronyn sucks in a sharp breath at the pain, but the smile that tears free on his face is downright sinful.
Rich, gravelly words rumble through Ronyn’s mind.
Tell the angry human woman that there is nothing small about me. Tarrakai’s words are not just annoyed, they’re enraged. Insulted at the insinuation.
Ronyn can’t help the huff of laughter that rips from his throat.
“Tarrakai would like you to know that my dick is huge, actually,” Ronyn quips, a smirk tilting his mouth.
Tarrakai’s voice gets louder in his mind.Not what I fucking said, vessel.
Jax pushes her breasts to his chest, closing the remaining gap between them. Her hand grips tighter at his crotch. “It’s moderate, at best. I’ve taken a ride on this little dragon before, remember?”
How in the fucking Stars could he forget?
Ronyn swallows thickly. This woman could make him do terrible things in her name. For her, he’d blindly comply.
“Seem to have forgotten, actually. Might need to be reminded,” he teases, angling his head downward to get closer to her lips.
She huffs a laugh, dropping her voice into a low, breathy whisper. “I’ll make it unforgettable.” She bites her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes all seduction and sin. “But first, information swap, and strategy.”
Ronyn groans in frustration.
Jax tugs on his arm, leading him through the streets of Vyrhal.
“Okay, how about this: naked touchingwhilewe information swap?” he says with a flourish, trying to transform his words into a legitimate proposition.
“No,” Jax snaps. “Don’t be offended, Ronyn, but you’re not much of a multi-tasker. If your hands or cock are working, your mouth certainly isn’t. And unfortunately, I need your mouth for the information.”
Ronyn sees the opening. “But my mouth can do so many other things that are far more important.”
She scoffs. “Debatable.”
He lets the barb go, as she continues pulling him down the street, and at this point, Ronyn has no idea where he is. But he follows, blindly, willingly, desperately. Like a puppy following after its handler.
“Okay, ignore that. I have something better. What about… you tell me what you know while I’m licking your sweet little?—”
