I huffed a laugh. “That guy was a dick. It wasn’t your fault.”
“But you…” Tate blew out a breath. “You were such a bad ass. Whipping out those… silver?” I nodded. “Silver knuckles and POW! At least I know my girl can take care of herself.”
“Your girl?” I arched a brow.
Tate stopped and turned to me. “Uh… yeah.” He cupped the side of my face, moving close. “When you’re willing to beat the shit out of someone for the other, I think that officially lifts us out of the situationship, right?”
I smiled slightly. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Or maybe…” Tate crooned, backing me up against a tree. “You want a reward. Is that what you want, princess?”
I licked my lips. “Um, no?”
Tate tipped my chin up. “Oh, I think you do, and you did say that I only had to wait until our date.” His mouth brushed against mine, but he didn’t capture my lips with his own.
My brows furrowed. “Wait for what?”
Tate lowered to his knees, his hands skimming down the sides of my body, thumbs brushing teasingly across my nipples before finding the edge of my skirt. His eyes glowered yellow as they peered up at me, his voice low and husky.
“Another taste.”
I gaped at him. “Tate, now’s not a — I didn’t mean —”
His thumb stroked me through my tights, making me choke on my words. “Now’s the perfect time. And don’t worry, no one will see. Only you, me, and the dark.”
The growing need between my thighs kept me from protesting further. My hands reached back and pressed against the rough surface of the tree, my heart in my throat. This wasn’t a first for me. Julian had been thorough during our one and only time together.
It didn’t make me any less nervous.
Tate pushed my skirt up slowly to expose my tights. “You’ll have to apologize to Xinyi for me.”
Before I could ask why, Tate ripped a hole in the tights right at the crotch, where the thin material of my panties covered my mound.
“You didn’t have to rip it.”
Tate’s nose brushed along my panties, inhaling deeply. “I know. Nor do I have to do this.” A slight yank and burn against my skin before he ripped my panties through the hole he made, stuffing them into his pocket.
He didn’t touch me at first, he only lifted one of my legs over his shoulder. He breathed me in, letting out a low growl. “Oh, fuck, you smell so good.”
My head fell back against the tree at the first lick of his tongue. He circled my clit in tight little circles as his fingers spread me open wider for him.
Hips bucking up, I grabbed at his braids. I needed more. “Tate, please.”
“What do you need, princess?” Tate murmured against my core. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“I need…” I breathed, whimpering as his thumb dipped inside of me.
Something slid up my thigh and pressed my legs open wider. My eyes flipped open and met a figure in the dark. For some reason, I didn’t need to ask who it was. I knew that intense stare.
Kyren.
He didn’t move closer. Or touch me again. Kyren simply lingered in the trees, watching.
Instead of telling him to go away, which I should have done, I kept my eyes on him, barely able to make out his form. “Harder. I need it harder, deeper.”
Tate’s thumb bobbed in and out of my entrance, never giving me enough, just making me burn for more. “That’s my good girl, asking for what she wants.” His licked a long deep line up from my entrance to my clit.
I gasped, pressing into his face.
