Blade’s jaw hardened, and his eyes glinted with a new, fiery determination. She’d broken through to his inner sense of purpose and his willingness to face a challenge.
And also, to the lust demon that demanded he have sex or die.
Her fingers fumbled with the top button of his fly, and his hand came down on hers. For a heartbeat, she thought he might stop her.
But no.
He released his erection, his greedy gaze drilling into hers.
And she knew right then, for better or worse, nothing would ever be the same between them again.
This was so fucked up, in so many fucked-up ways.
Scotty had been Blade’s fantasy for longer than he wanted to admit, even to himself. It was something only Masumi knew, and she’d never spoken of it. But on the days he longed especially hard for Scotty, Masumi would show up with red hair, hazel-green eyes, freckles, and sometimes, combat gear.
So, yeah, he’d wanted Scotty. But he’d been resigned to the fact that he could only have her in his fantasies. He’dneverconsidered that it could actually happen. Now, she was standing in front of him, offering herself on a platter, and his brain was glitching.
Want. Can’t. Oath. Mace. Want. Can’t. Oath. Mace.
His body tensed, his balls cramping as fire shot through his cock, and his need went next-level. He didn’t have much time. Soon, the cramps would rip apart his insides. Pain would feel like a clamp on his skull, and blood would start seeping from his nose. Then his ears. Then…other places.
Not long after that, he’d die. His family would have to deal with yet another loss. His parents would lose another son. Granted, Chaos’s soul was back in play, safe within Stryke’s mate’s womb and soon to be born again as a baby named Chasm. But the trauma of losing him so brutally would forever remain an unhealed wound.
He had to do this. He’d deal with the guilt later.
“You’re going to have to take the lead on this, Blade.” Scotty’s cheeks burned red as she stared up at him. “I’m not a moron; I know how this works. I mean, the mechanics. But the rest…”
His heart clenched at the fragility in her voice. She was one of the least fragile people he’d ever met, and to see her so off balance sparked a noble, protective instinct he didn’t even know he had.
“I got you.” He reached for her, but paused for just a moment, admiring Scotty in a way he’d never been able to before. The way he’d dreamed.
Her beauty stole his breath. She was naked perfection.
His mouth watered at the thought of running his tongue over every inch of her plump, high breasts. He dragged his gaze lower, to the neat triangle of red between her thighs, and he practically drooled. He wanted to part her legs and dive in, to taste her unique flavor. She’d be spicy. One hundred percent.
But his body was on fire, his cock swelling with as much pain as arousal, and it wouldn’t be long before his primitive demon brain took over and drove him to mindless, rough sex with no consideration for his partner.
Scotty deserved more for her first time than this, but at least he could make surehewas in control. Not his dick.
He couldtry, anyway.
But his virtuous intentions died a quick death the moment she closed her hand around his cock.
Every Seminus instinct fired, and all he could think about was burying himself in her tight heat.
He seized her shoulders and tugged her hard body against his. She gasped in surprise, but he cut it off, swallowing it with his mouth on hers. The kiss was nothing like the soft, sweet kiss he’d always imaginedthey’d share. No, this was years of pent-up lust coming to bear, and he took her mouth hungrily as he ground his erection into her pelvis.
Mine.
The part of his brain that should have been thinking about going slow took a leave of absence, and in an unrestrained surge, he carried Scotty down to the ground. He kissed her even harder as he tucked her beneath him so his cock nestled against her center.
Take her.
Yes.
He reached down, somehow finding the presence of mind to test her readiness. He was dangerously close to losing himself to the drive, but the idea of hurting her managed—just barely—to pierce the hazy frenzy of need.
Scotty tilted her hips upward as he slipped his finger between her folds. He brushed her swollen nub, and her low moan was like an erotic whip, driving him out of his mind. He dipped his finger inside her, and then it was his turn to moan at the feel of her slippery tightness.
