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He wiggles his fingers. “If you keep defying me, you’ll get your jerk back, but you won’t like it. I’ll bend you over my knee and discipline you.”
At the image of my dress bunched up in his fist as he holds me down with my bare bottom exposed over his lap, I flush so hot, sweat breaks out on my forehead. My breathing’s heavier now, and Seith turns and lifts his nose, then wiggles it. An evil grin spreads over his face, and his eyes brighten.
I roll my eyes and push off the door as if nothing is the matter and he didn’t catch me flushing with arousal at the thought of him spanking me.
“Don’t look too much into it.” I try sitting as far away from him as possible, but he grabs my hand and pulls, making me fall into his lap. I struggle to get up, but his hands cage me, and he bites my shoulder and growls, his upper lip lifting.
“Hey, no biting.”
Seith kisses the spot and watches me as he does it before kissing a trail from my shoulder to my neck, while his hand travels over my breasts and collarbone to my neck, where he wraps his fingers around it and again forces my head to tilt so that my ear is near his mouth.
He whispers, “Take off your top. I want to play with your tits.”
“No.”
“Yes. I can smell your arousal, and soon enough, you will start dripping. If you sit in me lap long enough, you’ll wet me pants. This means you’ve entered heat. We can start breeding.”
“We cannot.”
“I agree.” He nibbles just under my ear. I gasp at the force with which my channel starts contracting. The undulations are expelling liquid that leaks out and threatens to wet his pants. I can’t believe this! Ugh, the things this male can do to my body. Annoying.
I press my thighs together. “You agree?”
Seith chuckles, a sexy masculine-sounding purr. “You haven’t nested.”
“Maybe I won’t nest.”
“Oh, you will.”
“There’s the arrogance I was missing. It should douse my heat.”
“It’ll only stoke it. Do you want me to show you how?” He swipes two fingers over the top of my hand to show me how he would stroke my clit. He does this back-and-forth thing that’s making my channel pulse. A ball of liquid heat sits at the bottom of my lower belly.
I lied to Seith when I said I hadn’t experienced heat. I went into heat when Freya arrived at the McMar den and stayed in Gloriana’s chambers. I’m familiar with what heat feels like. It feels the way I feel now, albeit the one before wasn’t as intense.
The churning in the belly.
The tingling in the breasts.
And the heightened awareness that a lycan male can sate the pain.
In the Summer Court, the fae females seek out lycan males as lovers. They say lycan males are insatiable, dominant, and take total control of everything while making love. Since most fae females are submissive, an alpha lycan is a creature they covet.
Most of all, females enjoy the swelling at the base of the lycan knob called a knob end. When the lycan wants to breed a female, the knob end inflates and locks the couple together. Just thinking about it makes my channel pulse.
I inhale a sharp breath.
Seith growls.
The heat from my belly drops low into my channel and between my folds and out. I’m squeezing my legs together, but the liquid still passes through. Seith’s eyelids droop, and he says lazily, “If you were a female lycan, I would say youstirred. An omega female stirs for the male she wants to mate with. Unexpected, but most welcome. When I said I’d lick you until you went into heat, I meant it. Stand up and let me see how bad you want me.”
Unmoving, I stay on his lap. I soaked his pants. I know it, and I can’t let him see it now. I just can’t.
He smiles because he’s trapped me on his lap. Sly ol’ wolf. He’s toying with me as one toys with a mouse.
Seith’s eyes are still hooded as he adjusts me on his lap so I can feel his hardness on my bottom.
“You can have it inside you,” he says. “Right now, if you wish.”
