“I won’t sign.” There must be reasons, good ones. “I was immune, that… may return. Or I can figure out how to get it again. I’m almost better.”
“Temporary, always is. Each night the Lure lessens. I won’t risk transporting you while the Lure has you.” He raised his notepad, shook it. “You will sign.”
“Hell, no.” Cyn found the ankle chain, began pulling at it, winding it in; the chain chinked and rattled. “I’d rather die than be fastened to someone like a leech. I will travel lower,” she added casually, “… to those understories of the scraper. That should work.”
“No! That is stupid.” He took a step closer, leaned down. “Sign. Here,” he said, smacking the page.
It would’ve been wise to stall him, wise to get unchained first. Then she could’ve run, though she recalled him tackling her easily before. Those yummy wings were an unfair advantage.
His blue eyes fixed on her as if she were the most infuriating thing he’d ever seen.
Mirth bubbled up.
Fuck being wise.She wasn’t going to win this, but that gave rise to a new, unique exhilaration. This was more fun anyway—taunting him.
She smiled, showing her teeth, daring him. “And if I say no again?”
That he wanted a contract, well it was silly, but nothing about this beaster was quite normal. Anyone else, from his words, would’ve taken her without asking.
Vargr growled, actuallygrowled.
“Ooo. Look at this.” The ankle chain was only hooked to itself. She reached for that hook, and he snagged her wrist in his hand, dragged it to the notepad.
“Sign!”
“Fuck, no.” She narrowed her eyes as she regarded him, daring him because she liked the feel of it. The anger she’d brought forth amused her. “No.”
He pulled on her wrist. She resisted.
“Arhh!” Swearing, he flipped her over onto her stomach in spite of her kicks and clawing at him, straddled her with enough weight to keep her in place. Then he dropped the notepad, pulled her hand to it, shoved the pen into her fingers. His great fist wrapped about her nape below the collar.
“Sign, or else.”
My, my.Theor elsesent lust shimmying down her backbone.
This was, most particularly, the reverse of what she wanted and yet she enjoyed this situation he’d put her into, to infinity. So fucking hot to have him kneeling over her. The man-beast had been stirred from his complacency.
That he was going to fuck her after this, well, her objections had evaporated. She wriggled and got nowhere.
“Is this what you call voluntary, you asshole?”
“Is now,” he said harshly, breath sifting over her neck. “Is now, my smarmy little bitch.”
“Fuck your logic.” She chuckled then let out a long sigh that spread the heat he’d conjured to her intimate parts, made her so damn wet, and she arched and felt the length and hardness of him behind her.
His fingers massaged the back of her neck. “Hmmm. Do it now.”
Entranced, she watched him move her fingers until the pen touched the page.
Of course she’d given away her enjoyment of this with that laugh. Still…
She watched her hand move under his grip, wished she could lean in and nip his wrist, lick along his fingers.
Cyn swept her tongue over her lips. The scent of him so close… it was so overwhelmingly male.
She signed. A scrawledCynmanifested on the page in grandiose swoops as if she performed elegant calligraphy.
“Good.” He took the pen from her, his hand brushing the inside of her fingers. Another frisson of heat livened her. Then he backed off and let her sit up. In his eyes, she saw the burn of raw, unadulterated lust. “Very good. Obedient girl.” Then he turned and placed the notebook on his pack.
