Blair shrugs. “It was life or death most of the time. An attitude would’ve cost me my life or Dad’s.”
“Thiscould be the difference between life and death,” I point out, trying real hard to keep my temper in check.
“How about we compromise?”
A salacious smile begins to stretch across her face. It’s followed by the flash of amusement and something primal flaring to life in her eyes. I still; sensing a trap.
“Compromise?” I study her suspiciously. “How so?”
Blair steps forward, watching me closely.
“Ireallydon’t want to be tagged,” she starts. “And youreallyare holding on to this whole ‘not touching me’ thing. How about we?—”
I don’t even let her finish the sentence. If I did, my will power might crumble. The few weeks that she’s been here have been torture but the absolute best kind. I’ve vowed not to touch Blair. She thinks it’s just because I respect her father but it’s so much more than that. If I let myself taste her… If I allowed myself to touch her…
My soul would implode and I’d ruin her.
Ican’thave her. But Blair’s finding what she needs in Santi and Wes, and that’s enough for me.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
This shit with Rhett… fuck, it’s rattled the cage of the beast I keep hidden inside. Therewillbe consequences. I can feel it trying to bend the bars of its enclosure to free itself. But I won’t let myself and my feverish need to claim her all for myself, destroy Blair. I’ll turn the damage inward if I must, if that means keeping her safe from me.
I lunge forward.
Blair doesn’t have time to react as I grab for her. She screeches with rage as I twist her arm back and grab for the other while using my body weight to pin her against the side of the examination table. Her leg kicks out. The heel of one hits my shin and I curse but don’t let up as I grab for her other arm. When I have both secured in one hand, I reach back and pull out the ziptie cuffs I’d made knowing this very scenario was a likely possibility.
When her hands are secured and I press my hips into her ass to keep her in place so that I can reach for the box.
“I’m going tokillyou!” she snarls.
I would’ve found her threat amusing but the way she continues to struggle, it’s forcing her ass to grind up against my dick. On top of that, she’s trembling with rage which only increases the friction. I choke on a groan as I grow hard beneath her struggles.
Fuck… I suck in a deep breath through my nose. Instantly I realize that’s a mistake. It only brings her subtly sweet scent into my lungs, making me even harder. It would be so easy to simply yank down her pants right now and shove my cock into her tight, wet pussy. I know she’d feel perfect wrapped around me. I’d never want to leave, and maybe I wouldn’t. If there was a way to fasten us together like that for all of eternity I would?—
I cut off that train of thought as my heart starts to race and my mouth dries.
That’s the creature in me talking. It’s the perverse animal I’ve been trying so hard to contain.
Maybe I should’ve had Wes here for this. Then again, if I had told him I was about to insert a tracker beneath Blair’s skin I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t agree with this. He probably would’ve told me that this was going too far. That this won’t be good for my mental health.
And he might be right.
The fact that I already know I’ll be obsessively watching her every movement when she’s not in my sight through the app on my phone, might be the best indicator that this probably isn’t the greatest idea.
Oh fucking well.
“Where do you want it?” I ask as I try not to enjoy the grinding of her ass against me.
“Fuck you, Ledger!”
If only we could… With a huff I try again. “I’ll give you one more chance to answer or I’ll pick myself.”
“Don’t you dare!” she seethes.
That wasn’t an answer. I gave her the opportunity to speak up, now I get to decide where the tracker goes. Her pants come down first. It’s tricky given that I have to keep her pinned to the table. When enough skin is showing, I lean harder against her to keep her still then I grab the gun from the padding inside thebox. Lifting it up into the light, I double check that the tracker is in place inside the barrel.
“Take a deep breath for me, Blair,” I warn. “You might feel a bit of a sting.”
