He didn’t quit moving, just swept me up into his arms and turned to head back toward the stairs. He was about to turn the corner when I glanced over his shoulder and saw Masu watchingus with her arms crossed over her chest and a smug grin on her face.
Like he’d done yesterday, Bokkan took the stairs three at a time and made a beeline straight for his bedchamber.
I smacked his shoulder. “What is your problem?!”
The door to his room shut behind us, and he paused to lock it. Then he carried me to the bed, keeping a tight grip on me despite the fact that I was squirming in his hold. When he dropped me on the bed, I scrambled toward the opposite side, intent on putting some space between the crazy daemon and me.
I didn’t make it far before he landed over my body on his hands and knees. He flipped me onto my back and pinned me to the mattress with his body.
“What is wrong with you?” I yelled, shoving at his shoulders.
Could I have defended myself against him? Yes. But he wasn’t hurting me or even scaring me. I was mostly annoyed and a little turned on by the way he manhandled me. The only way I would be able to make him stop was to actually harm him, and I didn’t want to do that.
“You don’t leave my bed without letting me know,” he growled out.
I changed my mind about hurting him. Without saying anything, I reared up and bit him on the chest.
He bellowed in pain and fisted one hand around my braid, tugging my head away from his body. His other hand cupped my jaw, tilting my head back and holding me still.
I opened my mouth to swear at him, but his lips were on mine before I could form the first syllable. His lips were hot and incredibly soft. His tongue slipped into my mouth to tangle with mine, stealing every thought out of my head.
He ended the kiss with the light nip of his fangs, but I felt the light bite in my nipples.
All my annoyance went up in a puff of smoke. I’d never had a lover take complete control of me like that before, and it flipped my switch in a big way. My body melted into the mattress as he stared down at me, his black eyes boring into mine. There were a few fiery red streaks inside the inky depths, but they were fading quickly.
Still holding my head, Bokkan leaned down and ran his tongue across my bottom lip in a light caress.
“Wake me next time,” he commanded. I was winding up to tell him to fuck off when he added, “Please. When I couldn’t find you in the room, I feared someone had taken you or hurt you.”
Shit. I couldn’t be angry at him when his behavior was rooted in worry for my safety.
Wait. Yes, I could. I needed to set boundaries. Boundaries were important.
“I will wake you next time,” I agreed. His body relaxed over mine until I continued, “But you will not treat me like that again. Am I clear?”
“What do you mean?”
“Unless I am actively in danger, you won’t sling me up into your arms like a sack of potatoes and carry me wherever you want me to go. You will find me and communicate your worry and your wishes to me in a fucking rational manner. Understood?”
Eyeing me as though he wasn’t sure what to make of me, Bokkan nodded.
I jabbed him lightly in the side with my finger, making him jump. “Answer me verbally, please.”
“I understand. I’m sorry if I frightened you.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say you frightened me,” I said. “But I don’t appreciate you shouting the house down and refusing to answer my questions before you hauled me up here and kissed me into submission.”
Some of the confusion on his face cleared, and he dropped his head to put his nose against my throat. After a deep inhale, he growled softly. “I think you like it when I pin you down and kiss you like this.”
“Maybe I do, but that doesn’t mean you can do it without my consent,” I retorted.
His hips shifted against mine and I suddenly became aware of the heavy length of his cock against my pussy. There was only a thick layer of wool and a thin layer of stretchy cotton-like fabric between his dick and my entrance.
“Can I kiss you into submission again?” he asked.
I knew I should say no but my body was tingling everywhere we touched despite the clothing between us. “Yes.”
The word had barely left my lips before his mouth was on mine. He kissed me as though he wanted to devour me, to consume my soul. Yet there was a reverence, a gentleness that was unexpected.
