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If her intentions were to see if I was more than just talk, I’d gladly prove I could follow through on my threats.
I seized her again before she could bring the knife down, and she wriggled so quickly that she slipped to the floor. The knife fell from her grasp, and before she could seize it again, I was on top of her, pinning her to the tile on her stomach.
“Ah, Juniper, Juniper.” I tsked. “What a bad girl you’ve been. Stabbing isn’t nice.”
“As if you want me to be nice,” she ground out the words, snarling furiously as she thrashed beneath me. She was right — this was exactly how I liked her. Righteously angry, proudly in denial that every choice she made was bringing her closer to what she so desperately wanted: a good hard fuck.
I secured her wrists firmly against her back in my hand, and dragged my claws across her shoulders. She hissed at the sting and her hips bucked up, wedging nicely between my legs and right up against my balls.
“What do we say if we want it to stop, Juniper?” I prodded, making sure she was still grasping logic and not losing herself in the struggle. “Tell me. Tell me now, or we don’t play.”
She grit her teeth, panting for a moment from the effort of fighting against me. “Mercy,” she finally whispered.
“There it is. Now…” I hauled her up to her feet, hands still restrained, and forced her back toward the counter so she was bent over the edge. “You say something is wrong with me for my tastes, but” — slowly, I laid my hand over her pistol and watched her eyes widen — “our tastes run in the same direction. You’re just as fucked up as me.”
I lifted the weapon and ejected the magazine before I checked the chamber for any remaining bullets. A quick flick of my finger and the safety was on. Human weapons weren’t something I ever needed to use, but I liked to understand the basics of destructive objects even if I didn’t personally have a need for them. I caressed the metal down her side, over her ribs and the curve of her hip. Every inch of her was tense, and she held her breath as the weapon neared her thigh.
“I can smell that sweet cunt, Juniper,” I said, smiling as her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, only to open harder than ever. God, I loved to see her fight it: her arousal, her own pleasure, how much she wanted this. “Tell me, have you soaked your panties yet?”
“Find out,” she said. Her hair had fallen into her face, and her cheeks were flushed. My smile widened.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She shuddered, and her hips pressed back against me. She was arching her back, a subtle plea for stimulation. I tightened my grip on her wrists as I moved the gun between her legs, teasing the cold metal over her thighs. Her legs tightened around it, a tremor going through her as she sucked in her breath. “You wish I’d touch you, pleasure you, make you cum as if you don’t have a choice in the matter. Too bad, Juniper.” I leaned over her back, curved against her body so she could feel the weight of me on her. “If you want more, you’re going to have to beg for it.”
“I don’t...I don’t beg.” She moved herself against the gun, but the stimulation through her jeans wasn’t enough, if her frustrated panting was any indication.
“I think you do,” I said, my voice low in her ear. “Look at you, rutting like a bitch in heat. Fuckingdesperate, aren’t you? How long can you wait, hm? How long” — I moved the muzzle of the gun back and forth, right where her clit was hidden beneath her clothes — “can you take it, Juniper?”
A tiny sound, the barest whimper, escaped her mouth. She was shaking, doing everything she could to pretend she wasn’t losing herself to lust. “There it is,” I taunted. “Feels so good, doesn’t it? But not quite good enough.” I released her wrists so I could tug open the button on her jeans. Her hands clenched hard against the countertop, and she gasped sharply before pressing her lips tightly together again. “I’ll keep you on edge as long as it takes. Until I hear that word pass your lips.”
“What word?” Her voice broke. Poor, needy little thing. She couldn’t keep those whimpers back forever.
“Please,” I murmured, nudging the gun up against her, laughing as she ground herself down against it. “Please,” I moaned the word in her ear, and moved my hips in unison with the gun, thrusting it between her legs. “Please...fuckingplease…”
She was breathing fast, her heart pounding. She tried to tug down her jeans, as if that would tempt me to move faster. It only convinced me to make her suffer longer. I grabbed her arm before she could pull them down, and she struggled, wrestling against me.
“Aww, really, Juniper?” I wrangled her back under control — her shoulders pressed against me, my free arm wrapped around her chest and gripped around her throat. I took the gun and traced the muzzle down her cheek. “Shall I stop? Tell me to stop, little wolf.”
“No.” She said it like a curse, like it infuriated her. “Don’t...don’t stop...fuck…”
“Don’t stop? Oh, you mean keep taking my time.”
I pulled her to the floor, and she swore as I forced her head down against the tile. I kept her hips up, her ass backed against me. She didn’t lift her head when I tugged her jeans down, leaving them around her knees. Her panties were damp, pulled tight against her pussy. I nudged the gun against her, pressing it against the damp spot. As much as I savored making her suffer through the wait, it was just as much torture for me. I wanted to get my mouth on her, I longed for the taste of her on my tongue.
“Zane…” she moaned my name, and it was like she’d thrown gasoline on that primal fire smoldering inside me. It was practically irresistible, the need to have her taking over every nerve in my body. I dug my claws into her hip, laughing at my own arm trembling.
Damn, she knew how to get to me. She had my dick wrapped around her finger.
“You know what to say, Juniper.” I nudged her panties aside with the gun, licking my lips at the sight of her. The metal glistened with her arousal as I caressed it over her, her thighs trembling at its cold touch.
Low and breathless but cruel, she said, “I don’t think you can wait. You want it...too badly…”
My eyes widened. This mortal thought she could resist longer than me? “That’s a dangerous game, Juniper.”
She spread her legs a little wider, as wide as her bunched-up jeans would allow. “I think...we both...we both know demons can’t resist...what they want.”
I ran my tongue up her thigh, over the supple curve of her ass before I bit it like a peach. She groaned, butfuck. “I want to bury my dick in that hot cunt,” I snarled. “But you’ll break before I do.”
She pressed back a little more, right up against the muzzle of the gun. I wasn’t moving it now, just holding it to her, but that was all she needed. She arched her back and pressed harder, moaning as the pistol’s muzzle slipped inside. Her pussy hugged around it, slick and swollen with need. She rocked forward and back, fucking herself on the weapon. When I looked down at her face, lying against the floor, she smiled at me wickedly.
