I should fight. I should bite his tongue off and knee him so hard he sees stars. Instead, a broken, needy whimper spills out of me and Dredyn growls like a demon tasting heaven, the sound vibrating straight between my legs.
His other arm locks around my waist like steel, hauling me up until I’m on my toes, crushed against every hard inch of him. I claw at his shirt to shove him away, but my hands betray me, sliding up, nails raking his neck before locking behind it, dragging him closer like I’ll die if he stops.
He bites my bottom lip until copper blooms across my tongue, and I shatter with a full-body shudder, thighs clenching, pussy throbbing so violently I swear he feels it.
“Open,” he snarls against my mouth, tongue dragging overthe seam. I do. God help me, I part my lips and let him in, let him fuck my mouth with his tongue like he’s already imagining it’s his cock. He tastes like spearmint and something that makes my clit pulse in time with my frantic heartbeat. My lungs are on fire, my nipples so tight they ache against his chest, but I’m kissing him back like a starving thing. Like I’ve been craving this monster my whole life.
He rips his mouth away and I chase it like an addict before I catch myself. We’re both panting like animals, my lips swollen and stinging, his chest heaving against mine. His forehead slams to mine, breath scalding, his eyes are black with hunger.
“Your greedy little cunt is soaking through your panties for me right now, isn’t it, Hellcat? I can smell it.”
I can’t speak, can’t breathe. My thighs are slick, clit throbbing so hard it hurts, and he knows—God, heknows.
“You’re mine, Mara Black,” he growls, grinding his rock-hard cock against my stomach once, letting me feel exactly how massive he is. “Mine to ruin. Mine to breed. Mine to pass around the house when I feel like sharing.”
“I’m not with Talo?—”
His mouth curls. “Yeah. The fake shit. And now you’re going to fake it with all of us.”
I shove at his chest, glaring. “Absolutely not. You don’t get to decide who I pretend to date. I asked Talon, not you. Not Jasper. And definitely not?—”
“Me? That’s the problem, Hellcat, you didn’t ask me. You really want to fuck with your brother and your dad? This is how you do it.”
“This is insane. You can’t just?—”
“I can,” he cuts me off, his hand fisting tighter in my hair, tugging until my neck strains. “And I will. You want a scandal? You want daddy’s perfect campaign in flames? Then you’re not playing Princess with one of us. You’re with all of us.”
“You’re out of your goddamn mind,” I spit, heat flooding my cheeks. “I won’t be your house toy.”
“You don’t have a choice in that.”
“This ends after the election,” I bite out, clinging to the one line I have left. “That’s all. Just until then.”
He leans in until his lips ghost over mine. “Say that again when you’re spread out in my bed, begging me. Then, maybe I’ll believe you.”
“You—” My voice cracks, heat crawling up my neck, rage and shame burning together. I mean to tell him off, to claw his smugness straight off his face…
I open my mouth to tell him to go straight to hell, but he’s already there—crashing into me again, swallowing every curse, every protest, turning them into filthy moans against his tongue. My fists twist in his shirt, ready to shove, but instead they yank him closer, nails digging into the back of his neck like I’m trying to crawl inside his skin.
He shoves a thick thigh between mine, forcing my legs wider, and the first grind of hard muscle against my aching clit rips a desperate cry from my throat. I can’t stop myself. I roll my hips, riding his thigh like a shameless slut.
“That’s it,” he snarls between brutal kisses, teeth scraping my jaw. “Ride me right here. Cum on my fucking thigh.”
Another grind and stars explode behind my eyes. My knees buckle. If he wasn’t pinning me to the locker I’d be on the floor, begging.
My body is his weapon now, arching and trembling and dripping for the one man I swore I’d never want. And the worst part?
I don’t want him to stop.
I want him to break me open right here, hike my skirt up, and fuck me raw against these lockers until the only name I remember is his.
And that part terrifies me.
SIXTEEN
TALON
The whiskey goes down like a match. It hits my chest, flares, and dies quickly.
