Oh God.
Oh God.
My eyes squeezed closed, and my stomach flipped over—not with the same nervousness as earlier, but fear. Is that what this guy thought of me? Is that whatallthese people thought?
Suddenly, this plan seemed sleazy. I thought it was an empowering decision, to grasp my own pleasure, my own destiny, in both hands…but now I was wondering if a one-night hookup with a stranger wasn’t any better than what Robert was proposing.
My voice shook when I said, “It—it’s not like that. My boyfriend?—”
“Sure, honey.” Suddenly, Robert’s hand was on my upper arm, squeezing, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. “I can be your boyfriend for an hour or two, eh?”
Tears pricked at my eyes as I began to panic.
And then, that voice from last night, the voice from my dreams, rescued me.
“You have until the count ofoneto get your hands off my date,” Brakkor growled, and I twisted in my seat to smile up at him in relief.
He didn’t seem to notice; his gaze was locked on Robert. Who, thankfully, released me so quickly I fell off the chair and against Brakkor. He caught me and pulled me against his chest.
Only then did he drop his gaze to me. “Hello, Jocelyn.”
“Brakkor,” I breathed.
I dunno why I did it; maybe I was still caught up in pretending he was my boyfriend for Robert’s sake. Maybe I was just so damn grateful that he’d appeared just as he’d done, and said all the right things. Whatever it was, I stretched up on my toes and brushed a kiss against his jaw.
A male I’d never met before. I kissed him right there in the bar.
If you get your way, you’ll be doing a lot more than that in an hour.
Right, but maybe he didn’t agree, because Brakkor surged back in surprise. “The fuck was that supposed to be?”
His hand rested on my ass, and I felt him squeeze it, which didn’t help my confusion. Feeling myself blushing, I dropped my gaze to his chest. “A kiss.”
“No, it wasn’t.” When he took hold of my chin, I couldfeelhis power, his command, and my knees went weak. He lifted my gaze to his, and when I took in his scars, his tattoos, this close, I realized I was going breathless in anticipation.
When he grinned, it wasn’t anicegrin. There was wicked promise there.
“Kitten,thisis a kiss.”
Brakkor
Godsdamnthis littlebit of human was hot.
I could feel myKteer—that primitive force inside me which had evolved to keep orcs alive in dangerous situations, but now seemed focused on sex—growl deep in my chest.Hunt. Catch. Fuck.
It felt like I’d already caught Jocelyn, so there was only one thing left to do…
With a little moan, she melted against me, and I foundmy other hand going to her ass, cupping it, holding her against me. Fuck, but she was ready for me, wasn’t she?
When I swept my tongue against hers, the little human moaned again and mimicked my movement—tentatively at first, then with a boldness that made me grin against her lips, my tusks framing our kiss in the best way.
I could smell her arousal.
My body reacted to that sweet scent even more than the feeling of her pressed against me, and I didn’t stop the low growl that rose in my chest. She was plastered against me, and I knew, with a twitch of my claws, I could have that little red skirt hiked up and my fingers pressed into her wetness.
The only thing that stopped me was the realization that that kind of shit would put her ass on display for the entire bar to see. And myKteerdidn’t like that thought. Jocelyn Dupont wasminetonight—no one else was going to see her ass before me.
So I managed to rein in my cock, pulling away and straightening…she tried to follow, pressing up on her toes to keep her lips locked with mine as long as possible. My smirk grew.
