She couldn’t help it – her eyes drifted down to the impressive bulge in his leggings again, and even after he put his finger under her chin and lifted her face to his, it took her eyes a few moments to follow. She realized her mouth was slightly open, and Treffon was looking at her with a smug, masculine smirk that made her want to slap him…then kiss him.
He stepped back, his expression becoming solemn, and nodded slightly. “I will grab you as though I mean you harm,” he said. “Try to fight me off.”
She tried. It was like trying to fight a mountain. His grip was rock-solid, his arms immovable however much she struggled and squirmed.
He released her, his brow creased with concern. “Do you truly not know how to defend yourself at all?” he asked, sounding horrified. “Even the simplest of moves every pup is taught from the cradle?”
“Well excuse me,” she said, bristling. “If I’d known I was going to be fighting off assassins on another planet, I’d have majored in ass-kicking rather than marketing.”
Treffon nodded solemnly. “It would have been a wiser choice,” he agreed. “But since you did not, let me show you how to defend yourself.”
And he did. As far as Violet could work out, it involved landing on your butt with the breath knocked out of you, landing on your back with the breath knocked out of you…and landing on your stomach with Treffon on top of you and his hard, thick erection pressing against your ass.
Unconsciously, she gave a little moan and wiggled backwards against him. He groaned, and they both froze,Treffon’s hard body hot against her back and his hands bracketing her on either side. He pushed himself away slightly, and she rolled over.
They were both breathing fast and the air seemed to crackle between them. Violet caught her breath as Treffon dipped his head to lap at the seam of her lips. She parted for him and he kissed her deeply then sucked on her tongue, bringing one hand up to the nape of her neck so he could hold her to him more firmly. She parted her legs so he could rock his hips against her aching core, the slide of his erect cock a wicked tease even through their clothes.
They drew apart, barely, their lips skimming each other. He pushed against her again and she hooked her ankle behind his knee, squirming as the sweet yearning ache between her thighs intensified.
“I guess as long as we both know this is nothing serious, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying ourselves,” Violet murmured, her breath coming in tortured pants.
“Of course.” He kissed her neck.
“Because I’m not your true mate, and I’m leaving as soon as you figure out who’s trying to kill me.”
It sounded as if he said “Absolutely”, but it was hard to tell, because he was kissing his way down to her breasts as he said it.
