“Sit. Down.”
Our eyes lock, and I tighten my jaw, shaking my head back and forth. “Make me.”
“Do not tempt me, little human.” He shows me fang, and I shiver all over. He sniffs and looks down to see where I’m tenting the robe.
No, I tell my dick.Don’t you fucking dare. We are not going to be attracted to this.
He bares his fangs a little more. “You are here for me. You will sit, and you will be quiet as I suck you.”
I swallow thickly. “Will you tell me how the fuck you got in my head?”
“No.”
I hold him by the wrist, pry his hand off the robe, and take a step back. “Then I’m out.” I move to step away again, but his tail unravels from his thigh and whips out and around my waist.
It’s heavy, warm, and very obviously a muscle that can move independently. He uses it to drag me close, but not quite touching.
Not yet.
We stand there—me a prisoner of his grasp—then he’s moving me, my feet dragging backward across the floor until I’m pressed against the wall.
I stare up at him, into those rainbow-colored eyes as they lock onto mine. He’s not touching me, apart from his tail, but he’s commanding in a way I didn’t expect.
He means business. But so do I.
Even if my dick is on board with his demands.
“Your cock is hard. Why won’t you let me suck it?”
“Because I want answers.”
He growls from his chest—like a fucking jungle cat—and my dick jumps again. I feel precum beading out, and his nostrils flare, but he doesn’t touch me.
I can’t help but wonder what the fuck he’s waiting for. He has me entirely at his mercy. He can do whatever he wants to me.
But he doesn’t.
He cocks his head to the side, and his tail releases my waist, curling under the hem of my gown and lifting it slightly.
I let out a surprised breath.
“Have I hurt you?” he asks.
I don’t know how to answer that. I feel…strange. Desperate for his touch—his mouth. But I’m angry at myself for wanting to give in despite not getting the answers I need.
“Speak,” he orders.
I roll my eyes, and he stares at me intently.
“What is the purpose of that face? Of moving your orbs in such a way?” he asks.
“I am angry with you.”
His tail moves my gown up a little more, and his cheeks turn a dark, almost violet color. Is he…embarrassed?
“What do you need from me to get you in the chair?”
He’s so close now that I can almost smell him, something sweet, something I’ve never smelled before.
