Page 105 of Sky’s Edge

At his words, my brows winged up and my temper gnawed at my insides, desperate to be unleashed.

“Are you ins⁠—?”

I didn’t finish that because with demon speed (that meant in less than a split second), he was in my space, my face, with my head in his hands.

“I said, shut up.”

And then I couldn’t not shut up.

Because he was kissing me.

It was not light. It wasn’t dry. It wasn’t coaxing.

It was hard, deep, wet.

And it pissed…

Me…

Off.

But did I push him away?

Hells no!

I grasped onto his hair in a punishing grip and kissed him back.

He tore my coat down my arms.

Since I had to release him so he could do that, once it was done, I used my free hands to yank his sweater up.

It was his turn to release me (mostly my mouth) to rip it off and toss it aside.

Our mouths collided so severely when we went back at each other, I tasted blood.

Maybe his.

Maybe mine.

I didn’t care.

It unleashed the demon in me fully, and I attacked.

My nails drew blood.

So did my teeth.

Tanyn wasn’t far behind, but he didn’t break skin. He just left marks.

It fed me. Thrilled me. Aroused me.

I shuffled him back, pushed him onto the couch, dropped to my knees on the floor between his legs and heard his throaty, “Cat.”

But I was too busy with the fly on his jeans.

I released it. I pulled his hard cock free. I gave myself time to take in its exquisite shape, its healthy girth, its delicious length, before I swallowed it, taking so much, I was nearly gagging.

It was worth it when Tanyn fisted a hand in my hair, grunted, “Baby,” and bucked up into my mouth.