Hazel leans back to look at my face when I place my hands on the desk beside her hips, caging her with my arms.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
“No, I’m not!” she blurts out too fast. My pretty little liar.
“It’s so unfair that you can forget about my existence while I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s like you’ve put a spell on me, hellfire.”
“I’m a siren, not a witch. I don’t know any spells,” She sputters.
I laugh, dropping my face into her neck.
A spark flares to life as my fingers brush her arms, but I pull away just as quickly, familiar with my mate’s limit all too well.
Hazel makes a sound at the back of her throat and surprises me by grabbing the back of my neck, holding me where my face is nuzzled in her neck.
She rests her cheek against my head, and I feel her swallow. “Dean, I… I—”
“What do you want, Hazel baby?”
I wrap my arms around her waist and turn her, pressing her against my chest.
She fits against me just like I knew she would.
My fingers trail down her arms before tangling with hers as I guide her palms onto the desk, leaning into her.
Her scent fills my lungs, and I can’t help but inhale deeper, like an addict. I can’t help but trace her neck with my nose, and the tension in her shoulders slowly melts away.
Her skin warms under my touch, and when I turn to see, her cheeks are tinged pink.
I brush a strand of hair from her face, murmuring into her ear.“Are you blushing, Hazel?”
“No! I ran up the stairs. That’s why my face is red. Not your… your—”
“My what, baby?”
I start pressing featherlight kisses to her neck, and she falls back into me, her neck tilting to the side to give me more space.
Fuck yes. My mate wants me just as much as I want her.
Before the last thread of my control snaps, I step back.
Hazel glances over her shoulder, brows furrowing in confusion. But the magic happens when she tries to move, only to find out her hands are glued to the desk.
Just like I planned.
She loves coming into my room and messing with my things. Now she can stay here as long as she wants.
Hazel tries to yank her hands free, but I accounted for her strength when I made that glue. She’s not going anywhere anytime soon.
“Wait, did you do…that… just to prank me?”
Fates, I love her fire.
“Absolutely not. In case you haven’t noticed, Iloveflirting with you. The prank was a bonus.”
Hazel’s jaw clenches, face still an adorable shade of red.
“If I see you in my room tonight, I’m going to skin you alive.”
