Claim?
Beer forgotten, my hand fluttered to press against my chest as Garrak began to stalk toward me. The slam of the main door told me we were alone, and then he was in front of me, and the heat in his gaze matched the throbbing between my thighs.
His hand lifted, and when a claw dragged gently downmy cheek, I shuddered. Withneed. He held me pinned with just his gaze, and I swayed toward him…
“So, all this time…”
With one flick of his wrist, he was holding my jaw. Possessively. Protectively.
I whimpered.
“You’ve been holding out on me, my pretty little human?”
Chapter Eight
Garrak
Claim tastefuck Mate need now taste Mate claim!
MyKteerhowled commands, none of them conflicting. I wanted—neededStevie, and I was afraid I was going to take her.
“You’ve been holding out on me, my pretty little human?” I growled. “You’re not a shit poker player?”
She might have smirked, had she not been staring up at me, wide-eyed and breathless. Her tongue flicked out to caress my thumb, and I groaned as I squeezed, pulling her closer. Our lips were inches apart when I murmured, “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not bad,” she gasped, and Inodded.
“Good girl.”
The sweet, sharp spike of her arousal teased my senses, and I flared my nostrils to catch more. Gods below, I’d become addicted to that scent, that taste. When Stevie showed up at my door, I’d caught hints. But now? Now that I’d been attuned to her for days?
I fuckinglivedfor it.
Mate.
Mate?
Could what Korrad said be true? Was Stevie my Mate?
Yes! MyKteerhowled, and my heart suspected it was true.
But if Steviewasmine, how the fuck was I going to get us out of this mess?
One thing at a time.
I pulled her closer, my gaze boring into hers. “You’re a good girl?” Her pulse fluttered against my fingertips, and I grinned wickedly. “Prove it,” I whispered, just before my lips claimed hers.
The kiss was hard and punishing. I poured all my frustration into it, and ofcourseStevie met me head-on. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling herself to me, as she kissed me back enthusiastically.
She tasted of tears and arousal and metal and strawberry lip gloss. There was nothing soft about my female, and I loved that. It also frustrated me, because although the world treated her as if she were tough as the piercings she wore in her flesh, she was a gentle flame of light and goodness and needed protecting.
By me.
I was the one to pull away, my earlier challenge ringing through my mind.Prove it, prove it.I stared down at her, breathing heavily, my cock throbbing and myKteercrowing at the sight of her kiss-bruised lips.
“Prove it?” she whispered, and yes, there was her smirk.
Gods below, this female was remarkable.
