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She huffed while grabbing the basket and forcefully washing the skin of the potatoes. “You didn’t even scrub these. Sheesh, they still have dirt.”
“That gives them flavor.”
“Don’t argue with me. Grab a peeler from the drawer—” She groaned when I lifted a knife. “No, apeeler. You don’t have peelers on your planet?”
“Realm,” I corrected.
She begrudgingly stopped washing potatoes and went to one of the drawers. Water splashed on the counter and the floor. Irritatingly enough, she didn’t bother trying to wipe her hands or dry the areas that had been affected by her careless, agitated motions.
I grabbed a towel. “Macy, you’re making a mess.”
“It’s a kitchen. It’s meant to be messy.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean be reckless.”
She spun around just as I reached for the counter to dry it. Her forehead collided with my chest, causing me to reel back a step or two. I rubbed my sternum.
“Goddess, that was hard,” she whined, and then covered her mouth while looking up at me. “Sorry, I didn’t—”
I threw the towel to the ground, frustration taking every inch of me by storm. I grabbed her waist and pressed her flush to my body, not even caring that the faucet was still running, and not even caring that water was soaking through my socks from the ground.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to kiss her.
So I did.
Chapter 14 - Macy
Furious heat snaked between my thighs as I arched into Juriah. His height made it impossible to kiss him normally. I had to stand on my toes and cling to his shoulders, helplessly pressed to his hot erection that bloomed by the second. Everything about this kiss was infuriating, and yet at the same time, totally arousing.
I couldn’t help it. I wanted him.
Much like last night, my desire took me over, turning my brain into mush while my body took control. Nothing could have stopped me from getting what I wanted out of him. And I didn’t think anything could have stopped him either.
Silent agreement produced another kiss, and then another. I hooked my nails into his flesh, delighting in the shocked gasp he released when he moved away from my lips. He plunged into my neck, trailing kisses along my sensitive flesh to the strap of my blouse. Intense luxury sprouted from his mouth. Was he going down again? Goddess,please, let him do that again.
It was the most alive I’d ever felt.
Conflicting emotions swirled in my center. On one hand, I knew sex would relieve stress and get me what I needed out of the situation. I’d done it with Rick, and I’d almost done it with Percy at one point. Who wouldn’t seduce their captors to get an extra piece of bread and a warm blanket on a cold night?
I mean, it wasn’t like Juriah had me locked up. He’d given me his bed without asking for anything in return. Or maybe the kisswasthe request. Maybe the dinner was supposed to mean something.
Pleasure coursed through my core when Juriah swept his thumb over my bra.
Distracting thoughts didn’t last long with him, did they? Other considerations came to mind in random roves, like the way that witch had spoken of couples in this pack. I wasn’t even part of this pack—yet Juriah seemed intent on keeping me here. Raven was welcoming enough. Everyone seemed kind.
Juriah skimmed his hand beneath my blouse and unhooked my bra. Free at last, my breasts bounced to life, his mouth opening to welcome my left nipple. I hissed when he sucked on the tender nub, rocking my hips into him to get him into action. His hungry growl vibrated my nipple, sending another surge of pleasure through me.
“Please,” I begged while clutching the back of his head. “Touch me again. Do what you did last night.”
He smacked his lips when he broke away from my nipple. He met my gaze with a swelling heat, white heat, that simultaneously terrified and aroused me. While he hooked his hands under my bottom, he whispered his commands, urging me to unbutton his jeans.
“That’s it,” he encouraged when I gripped his cock. “Show me what you want. Show me with your hands.”
This would have been embarrassing if it hadn’t been for his graceful patience. Juriah didn’t expect me to know things. He moved with me, flowed with me, guided me. His confidence inspired me as I stroked his cock, watching fluid bead at the tip while he worked away at my jeans.
Within moments, my clothes were on the ground. I was shivering in his arms, still not used to being seen in my full form with such a loving glance. The way he drank me in was like I was a gorgeous work of art that he desperately longed to devour. As he licked his lips, I imagined them on my slit again—but we didn’t have time for that.
I was too eager today. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged him close, perching his cock at my entrance while using the cabinets at my back to brace myself. When I rested my hands on his shoulders, he bucked into me, a slow thrust that shook me from the inside out.
