“You’ve got yourself a deal,” I said, holding out my hand.
He reached to shake it—then grabbed and yanked me onto his lap.
I straddled him, wrapping my legs around him. I lifted the shirt over my head and dropped it aside.
His eyes roamed the red lace hugging my body. A wanton smile tugged his lips.
His hands cupped my breasts firmly, and I moaned at the pressure. He was so warm it made me gasp.
Titus touching me felt like finally scratching an itch—sweet relief straight to my core.
His mouth crashed to my neck. He licked and sucked and kissed his way between my breasts. His breath made my nipples tingle.
I felt him harden beneath me.
“Do you think you’re ready to take me?” he growled. “Because I don’t have patience for tears. Don’t say yes unless you’re certain you can handle me. Your body isn’t made for my kind,” he said against my ear. “So when I take you, you will be stretched to your limit, and once I start... I don’t stop.”
It was his brutal way of being considerate: one last chance to back out.
But I didn’t want considerate.
I wanted feral.
“If you don’t take me to your tent right now and fuck me, Titus,” I whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe, “I swear to God I’m going to command Draxxinar to fucking eat you.”
He tensed—arousal laced with a flicker of fear.
I’d challenged him with the one thing that could rattle him: my connection to dragons.
And it only provoked him more.
He used that fast-moving magic again and before I could process it, he was standing with me wrapped around him. His hands gripped my ass to support my weight with delicious dominance.
He kissed me like he hated me—violent, consuming. Not love, not lust. Something darker.
And it didn’t bother me one bit because there were times I hated him too.
But I wanted him.
The real version of Big Red—the toy I’d grown so fond of—was here, and wanted me too.
He dropped me onto the raised cot with a soft plop, fur blankets cushioning my back. His tent was dim, lit by a single lantern.
The faint gold shimmer of his skin made him look like a god.
His hands landed on my knees and forced them apart. He slid my thong aside and licked my outer lips that were already slick, with his unnaturally warm tongue.
The heat was so intense I shivered.
He groaned. “Fuck, princess. You taste so fucking good I could come from the taste alone.”
He swirled his tongue around my clit, breath rolling over me, and it sent me over the fucking moon.
“I want you so bad,” I panted as I sat up.
He smiled wickedly and pressed a palm to my sternum, pushing me back.
“Lay the fuck back. Don’t rush me,” he murmured. Then his lips hovered mine. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. His head tilted in a Fae manner as he said, "I’ll restrain you again if I have to.”
