“Iknowwhat is best for us both,” he countered.“You will trust me in this.”
“Not if you’re going to be bossy about it,” she replied, huffing out a small breath.Already, they were back to fighting.But instead of it ruffling her feathers, it felt…like a strange kind of communication.
“Vrax,” he cursed, his voice edging on what she assumed was frustration.A thrill of smug amusement went through her and she tried to hide her small smile.But he saw it and his eyes narrowed.A purr started in his chest at the sight of it and he rasped, “You like to disobey me on purpose.”
Her only answer was an eyebrow raise.
“Very well,” he said, surprising her.“My female likes to use her claws, but know that Ilike it.”
Suddenly, Taylor didn’t feel so smug.Her smile dropped from her face, just as sudden, surprising desire rose in its place.
“Let us make an amendment,” he murmured and Taylor briefly glanced at his lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss him, even though she had a feeling she knew.She’d kissed him a thousand times in her dreams, after all.“In terms of your safety, you will obey me in all regards.”
“But I—,” he cut her off.
“In terms of anything else, I leave that decision up to you.”
Taylor stared at him, feeling vaguely like she’d just…lost.But she also felt like she kind of liked it?
Huffing out a small breath, she murmured, “Fine.”
“I want your vow,” he said, but his tone had morphed into something lighter.It took her only a moment to realize that her moody, broody kidnapper was teasing her.
And just like he claimed to like her claws…Taylor likedthis.
But she wouldn’t let him see that.
“I promise that I’ll trust your judgment in terms of my safety,” she finally mumbled out.“Now put me down.”
With obvious reluctance, he did as she asked and she straightened, tugging the hem of her shirt down to cover her thighs.When his eyes lingered there, she got a little breathless.
To distract him—and herself—she said, “Well?Shouldn’t we be going?”
Vikan looked as if he shook himself and then pulled something out of a pocket of his leg coverings.They were long strings of the sandpaper grass.
“Sit,” he murmured, pulling the pieces of the shirt from her hand.He cocked his head to the side, watching her, and Taylor knew he was waiting to see if she would do as he asked.
Rolling her eyes, but strangely wanting to laugh, Taylor sat down on a little ledge of the cave wall.She watched as Vikan kneeled in front of her but she stilled when she saw his tongue dart out to lick the sandpaper edge of the grass.
Her sex gave a throb.His tongue was ridged, just as she knew it would be and she watched that tongue lick every blade of grass he’d collected.
She couldn’t help but remember one particularly vivid dream of him using that tongue onher.He’d spread her thighs wide enough that he could wedge his shoulders between them and then he’d buried his face in her pussy, licking long lines up her wet slit, before running the ridges of his tongue over her clit.He’d teased her mercilessly, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm, before stopping, only to do it over and over again.She’d begged him mindlessly by the end of it and finally, he’d plunged his cock inside her and she’d starting cumming almost immediately.
Taylor let out a small whimper, shocked by how easily her arousal controlled her body.Vikan froze, his pupils widening until his eyes appeared almost black.
“Female,” he bit out.Another warning.“I can smell your cunt.”
Of course he could, dammit.
The only thing she could think to say was, “Ignore it.”
“I cannot,” he growled.
“Then now you know how I felt last night,” she returned quickly.Remembering the feel of his cock against her ass did nothing to dissipate her arousal.It made it worse.
Vikan said nothing, but that growling purr echoed in the cave as he resumed his work.To the pieces of grass he’d just licked, he rubbed them quickly between his palm until she saw that the little sandpaper-like flecks fell off, leaving behind a smooth finish.
Quickly, he wove the strands together to make two pieces of twine.He reached forward for her left foot and her toes flexed when he cradled the sole.His fingers were strong, yet calloused and rough, just what Taylor thought a male’s hands should be like.
