“What? What happened?”
I tug her body until she’s pressed between my desk and my chest.
“I already asked you that and you wouldn’t answer me.”
“And judging by the fury on your face a second ago, it’s best I don’t answer you now.”
“That doesn’t work for me. I need to know what happened.”
Instead of giving me a soft smile or tender look like she normally would when I tuck her loose strands behind her ear, her scowl deepens.
“Mellcom approached us while you were gone. He tried to get me to talk to him. Luckily, Ellian’s interruption got him moving along.”
Fire and ice slither under my skin.
It takes everything in me to hold still and not hunt him down.
“What did he say?”
“Just kept asking for us to talk.”
My fingers gently pinch her flaming earlobe.
“There’s more than that.”
“It doesn’t matter. I told him no.”
“It matters to me that he had the audacity to corner you in the Athenaeum without any of us around and tried to force you to talk with him. You can soften the event all you want,Mysenta, but I’m far from dumb. He didn’t ask. He demanded. No one gets to demand anything from you.”
Her gaze pins me in place.
That heat that I had tempered comes roaring back to the surface. In the span of only minutes, two men who have zero say or authority over my Binder are attempting to force things out of her.
One wants her blood.
One, her words.
Both are unworthy of breathing the same air as she does.
My mouth seals to hers faster than I can force a coherent thought across my mind.
The only thing I can think about is the fact that she is mine and I refuse to allow either of them to harm even a hair on her head.
Again.
They’ve both already caused her harm.
One of my hands trails under her shirt and traces down her spine. The other snaps the button at her pants with a quick, precise flick and slides right in.
Her nails dig into my biceps as I use the palm of my hand to apply pressure against her clit and sink a finger inside of her. The resistance from her tight jeans and underwear won’t stop me from giving her exactly what she deserves.
I swallow down her gasp, unwilling to tear my lips from hers.
I’m going to savor every moan, groan, or muffled plea that falls from her.
I will taste her release even though my tongue isn’t between her thighs.
My grip around her waist tightens when her muscles lock up and she loses the ability to hold herself.
