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My mouth curved. Revenge sure was sweet.
I dipped my fingers between her legs again, spreading her juices up to her clit, swirling around the sensitive bud without touching it. She stood it for a minute or so, then started wriggling her ass, trying to get me to touch her where she wanted.
“Hold still.” I pressed a hand to the small of her back, forcing her to still, and gave her another smack. “You’re not in charge here, I am.”
Her breath sobbed out. “Please, Brien.”
I slipped my hand under her throat and cupped her chin, forcing her head back so I could scrape my teeth down the side of her neck.
“You left me.” The words pushed their way out of my lips, harsh with pain.
Fuck. I hadn’t meant to say that.
She stilled, probably as stunned as I was at the hurt in my voice. “I had to. You know I couldn’t—you and me…”
“Then you shouldn’t have let it go that far.” My mouth thinned. “Or was I just a part of the job? A distraction, so no one would notice when Zoe left the ballroom with Rafe.”
“No!” A shake of her head. “Jesus, no. I almost blew everything by fucking you. My mission had nothing to do with you. I tried to stay away from you, damn it. You’re the one who chased me.”
She was telling the truth. Ifeltit, along with her remorse. That was something at least.
And she was correct—Ihadchased her, like a big cat who’d scented his mate. She’d been flirting with another vampire, a Tremblay Syndicate soldier, and I’d sent him off on some fool’s errand so I could make a move on her myself.
She pressed against my legs, trying to turn over. I released her head but kept her where she was.
“I didn’t think it meant anything to you,” she told the floor.
I straightened and slapped her ass to shut her up. “It didn’t.”
But I think we both knew that was a lie.
“Brien—”
Another smack. “You’re talking too much.”
“But—”
“I said,be quiet.” I slid a couple of fingers into her cunt to change the subject.
She moaned and constricted around me. She was so wet and hot, I could’ve come just touching her. I finger-fucked her, slow and deep, then toyed with her clit, stopping when I sensed she was close to climaxing.
Then I did it again.
The third time I removed my hand from her, she swore at me and tried to slither off my lap.
“Oh, no you don’t.” I caught her and flipped her onto her back on the couch.
She scowled up at me, breasts rising and falling in time to her ragged breaths. “God, you can be a prick.”
I smiled and knelt between her thighs. Her nipples were dark and aroused, her knees bent up so I could see the glistening pink heart of her.
I slicked a finger over her sex, and she groaned and rocked her hips up toward me, so close, a couple more touches would probably do it.
I played with her until I drew a few more whimpers and a gush of hot liquid. I showed her the dew. “I guess you like pricks, then.”
Her mouth bent in a rueful smile. “I guess I do.”
She watched as I licked my finger. She tasted as sharp and salty as the ocean outside the castle.
