“Why?”
“I need to feel the heat before it touches me."
Hiroko cleared her throat.
I frowned.
Nyomi looked at her.
Hiroko frowned. “Take control. He’s dominating you from the bottom. Remind him who’s in charge.”
“Yes, Tora.” My wrists strained against the leather. “Come over here and remind me.”
And just like that, any hint of fear drained out of her eyes. Along with any hesitation or sweetness.
What replaced it made my cock throb.
She straightened her spine.
Rolled her shoulders back.
Lifted her chin.
And then my Tiger smiled.
A slow, wicked curve of her lips. The smile of a woman who had just remembered she was holding fire and the man beneath her couldn't move.
She turned back to the slab and headed over, and each step was slow with her hips rolling and thighs flexing beneath the leather straps.
I groaned. “Naughty Tiger.”
The fire wand hung low at her side, its flame painting her brown skin in shifting gold. Her eyes never left mine.
Fuck yeah.
She was no longer my Heart. She was a predator approaching a meal she'd already caught.
Hiroko followed a few steps behind with her hands clasped. The frown was gone. In its place—pride.
A minute later, my Tiger stopped at the edge of the slab.
She didn't look at my face.
She looked at my cock and took her time with it, letting her gaze drag over the swollen ridge straining against the waistband and the twitch I couldn't stop.
“Tora. . .”
She looked at me.
“Do you see my shadowed dragon now?”
“I don’t.”
“Interesting.”
“Perhaps, he’s afraid of the fire.”
“No, Tora. Never that.”
