“Why?Why fight it if you feel it too?”
His jaw clenches, his breath hot against my cheek.“Because if I take you now, I won’t give you back.And if you ever regret me, if you ever look at me the way you look when you talk abouthim, I won’t survive it.”
My breath catches, my chest aching.The pain in his voice cuts deeper than claws.But the fire in my blood is stronger.I twist my wrists in his hold, and suddenly his balance slips.We stumble together, crashing to the ground.He lands flat on his back, and I end up straddling him, my naked body pressed flush against his.
We both freeze.
His hands are still on my wrists, but his grip has gone slack, his eyes wide, blown black with desire.I can feel him, hard and straining beneath me, his cock pulsing against the heat between my thighs.
The world tilts.
Every ounce of fury twists into something else, something hotter, something so much sharper and hungrier.I grind against him before I can stop myself, a moan tearing from my throat.
“Fuck.”His curse is strangled, his hold on my wrists disappearing.His entire body trembles beneath me, his control snapping one crack at a time.
“You want me,” I whisper, my voice shaking with anger and need.“You can’t deny it.”
His eyes lock on mine, wild and unguarded.“Wanting you isn’t the problem.It never was.It’s what comes after.”
The bond hums, insistent, furious at the distance he keeps putting between us.My heart pounds, my body slick with heat, the ache between my legs unbearable.
I lean down, my lips brushing his jaw, my whisper hot against his ear.“Then stop thinking about after.”
For a heartbeat, he doesn’t move.Doesn’t even breathe.
Then his snarl rips the night open, and his hips buck hard beneath me.
Chapter Ten
The Breaking Point
Altero
Her body grinds against mine, hot, wet, desperate, and every ounce of control I’ve fought for shatters.
I snarl, flipping us in one savage motion, pinning her to the forest floor.Leaves scatter, dirt clings to her bare skin, and still she arches up into me, eyes wild, lips parted.Her body begging me for what she needs, the smell of her arousal filling my senses until there is nothing but her.
