I down half the bottle on the ten-minute ride, anyway.
God, it’s going to feel good to wipe that smirk off his face.
We’re in the elevator up to his room, and he says something stupid and glib. I grab him by the collar and cover hismouth with mine.
He returns the kiss with equal violence, trying to push me into the elevator wall.
I twist him off balance and slam his back against the metal instead.
We’re growling and moaning and clawing, and the elevator doors open midway up, revealing a few people waiting to board.
They wisely stay frozen, not daring to enter, and the doors close again, taking us the rest of the way to the top.
Of course Tobias got the fucking penthouse with the whole city sold out. He would have marched up to the top and physically removed whoever else had been there.
I would have too, if not for Jamie. I’m going soft.
The thought of the little omega sends a surge of fury and heat through my body, and I rake my claws down Tobias’s front, slicing through the threads of his buttons.
We wrestle our way down the hallway between the elevator and the suite door, knocking a priceless vase to the floor and setting a painting off-kilter.
Tobias has to pull away to wrestle with the door key, and I breathe down his neck.
“What’s the matter, Toby? Can’t get it in?” I palm his cock through his pants, claws digging into the fabric. He’s already throbbing for me.
“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps, and he gets the door open.
I shove him through, knocking him off-balance enough that I can pin him against the wall, but he twists and throws me back onto a couch. As he goes to pounce, I get my legs up under me and launch him back over the coffee table, and he rolls and lands on his feet.
We clash again at the center of the room, and I get my hand around the back of his head, pulling him into another kissas his claws tear into my shirt.
We twist back and forth like this until our clothes are in tatters on the floor, our bodies lined with scratches. The pain grounds me, fuels me.
I let him think he has me pinned. That’s Tobias’s weakness—always has been, always will be.
As he sneers, I get a knee up and knock the wind out of him, flipping him onto his back, sinking my teeth into his neck.
God, it feels good. I bite hard, fangs lengthening, and Tobias hisses. He’s not an omega, so there’s no specialized gland there to burst and flood his body with that oxytocin-like hormone that will seal him to me, imprint him with my scent.
There’s just muscle and blood and pain. The pain surprises him long enough for me to pin his wrists above his head and hook my ankles around the inside of his legs, my shins pressed against his knees.
He struggles, but I keep my weight over him. I have the leverage, especially since Tobias’s build is uneven, focused on impressive numbers in the gym and not all-around performance.
Our shins grind into each other, and it hurts me as much as it hurts him, but I have the higher pain tolerance.
“I win,” I sneer.
Tobias struggles again, testing me, demanding all of my strength, and the beast sings at the challenge.
I stay on top.
Tobias pants, his pupils widening. His cock throbs between my legs, bobbing against the front of my pelvis.
“You’re never going to get free if you don’t keep that blood in your muscles,” I tease. I shift slightly, grinding the front of my hips against his cock, sending his breath shuddering.
“You fucking bitch,” he grates through his teeth.
He hates that this turns him on as much as I hate him.
