“No, he didn’t,” I said.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Positive,” I repeated.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” he said.
“Dane!” I gasped.
“I think you’re too nice for your own good. You’d probably lie to save his ass. Even though he doesn’t deserve it,” he said.
“Are you going to let him go?” I asked. The corners of his eyes tightened.
“Eventually,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
“And I’m not lying, but yeah, kidnapping wouldn’t look good on your record, Sergeant,” I said.
“Oh, Babygirl. Was that a threat?” he asked. His body hummed with something. Was it excitement?
“No.” I shook my head, my heart racing.
“I think it was. Luckily for you, I know you need food.”
“Oh?” I asked. My ears perking up at the thought of eating.
“You need energy before I punish you,” he teased.
“Knots,” I breathed.
“Especially if you’re going to take me.”
My eyes dipped to find his thick cock pressed against his abs. The idea of me taking that inside of me both excited and scared me. I was going to be sore after, but I was going to be lying in a puddle of a mix of liquids when he was done with me.
“Dane, I don’t think I can t—”
“You can and you will, but right now, I’ll feed you,” he promised.
The fear of his massive monster cock was real, but there were a few things I’d like to do with it. I refused to move. In one blur of motion, he grabbed my ankles, flipped me, and hauled me to the edge of the bed like a rag doll. Lying on my stomach, ass up, Dane descended on me. His chest was flush against my spine, his cock digging into the small of my back, my jaw on the bed. My inner avid book reader was kicking her feet and squealing.
It shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did, but that one move had me dripping like an Omega in one of my books. I was gushing. It should have been embarrassing, but I was too busy panting. That voice that usually ruined everything whispered that I should be angry at being manhandled, especially after everything I’d gone through, but I loved it.
The force he exerted didn’t scare me, and I knew that made me crazy. My inner Omega was no fucking help—she was practically preening, demanding I spread my legs and let him take what he wanted. The thought alone was enough to make me moan. He chuckled above me and my cheeks flamed. Mortified, I buried my face into the sheets, the bed dipped, and he was off of me. I was disappointed. I wanted him in bed with me. He gripped my arms and pulled me to my feet. I practically had to arch my back just to look at him. Grey I’m-going-to-fuck-you eyes stared back. His jawline was sharp; my mouth watered. I wanted to lick every inch of this man.
Knots.
Will I ever get over how fucking delicious he is?
“Let’s hurry downstairs,” he said.
“In a rush, are we?” I asked coyly.
“Fuck yeah. I’m going to meet all of your needs today, Babygirl. Starting with the important ones. I’ll make you something to eat and then I’ll feed you my cock,” he growled.
“Mm,” I sighed.
He chuckled, reached forward, and grabbed my hand. My eyes dropped to where his tatted one held mine, and then I was being pulled forward. Looking up, I trailed the ink going up his forearm to his shoulder. The ink on his back took my breath away. An angel cried out, tears rushing down his face; where his beautiful wings should have been, there were only bones and the remnants of what was lost. My heart broke. What was the story behind this piece? I wanted to know. The butterfly wings werefluttering in my stomach, but instead of overthinking it, I let him whisk me away. Before we could step outside, he turned and took me to his closet. He swiped one of his shirts off a hanger and helped me put it on. A low growl rumbled in his chest as his eyes appreciatively traveled down my body.
The clouds were nowhere in sight today and I relished this breath of fresh air.
