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But I couldn’t let him manipulate me.
Still… I could brush the edge a little. I could tease him, and let him tease me.
I stroked his cock again.
Kierden found my clit despite the fabric covering me, and teased me there.
I continued touching him lightly, careful not to take him too close to his release.
His fingers worked me harder and faster until they froze on my clit, leaving me right on the edge of my climax. I could’ve moved my hips and used him to get myself off…
But I wasn’t ready to let him win, or to push him into taking our little standoff to further heights by claiming the pleasure I wanted so desperately.
So, I let go of him and stood up quickly. “I’m going to go to bed. On the floor, as promised.”
His voice was strained when he growled back, “Don’t take any of my pillows.”
He would go back to being an asshole, I supposed. Not that he’d ever really stopped. I’d just… adjusted.
Yet as I walked to the empty corner of the room across from the bed, I found myself realizing that I didn’t hate Kierden. Not even a little.
…Of course, that didn’t mean Ilikedhim. That would’ve been simply ridiculous.
Chapter8
Kierden
My female was tossing and turning on the ground, making soft, adorable huffing noises. I was drying off slowly in my closet, fighting the urge to hang my little human’s clothing up with my own.
Of course, I needed to stop thinking of her as mine.
And I needed to convince her to share the bed with me without giving away how fiercely I wanted her.
I wasn’t sure how to make either of those things happen, though. I couldn’t let myself truly pursue her the way my instincts were driving me to.
For a male like me, there was no uncertainty. She was either mine in every damn way, or she was nothing.
I wanted everything—yet claiming her the way I wanted to would be the end for both of us.
So I couldn’t acknowledge my desire.
I had to keep pushing her away as much as I could manage.
Our bond would disappear when the eclipse came around, along with the itch of the wicked magic pulsing beneath my skin.
The urge to study the silver glow of our connection struck me hard. I gritted my teeth and grabbed a pair of shorts, tugging them up my thighs and then tucking my erection below the tight waistband. The fabric would hide nothing, but I didn’t want to hide from my human.
Even more than I itched to be free of the Beast’s wicked magic, I wanted to know her. I wanted to ask her questions and hear her perspective. I wanted to see her smile and make her laugh.
And I wanted to know her damnname.
But knowing any of that would only take me closer to the one thing I truly desired, yet could never have:
A mate.
It irritated me that she had refused to give me her name, though pride swelled in my chest for the same reason.
She wouldn’t let me control her.
