Page 92 of Bad Blood Alpha

Her hands slid down over his ass, pulling him against her. He felt himself immediately getting hard. When he finally broke the kiss, she breathed in his ear, “I thought we had important things to do.”

He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. “We’re doing them.” He slid his hand between her legs, teasing her through her pants. “I still don’t know how you manage to Change and have clothes on.”

“You have dragon magic now,” she said. He found the sweet spot, and she gave a little gasp. “I can probably teach you to do it.”

Flynn stroked just a tiny bit harder, loving her reaction. “Why would I want to? I hate clothes.” He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her hips to him, so she could feel how hard he was. “Besides, I was under the impression you liked me naked.”

She smiled wickedly. “I was under the impression you liked me wearing leather boots.”

“I do,” he said, nipping his way down the side of her neck. “I just like them best when you’re not wearing anything else.”

He took her hand and backed into the bedroom, drawing her with him. There was a dim light on next to the bed; otherwise, the room was in shadow.

He unzipped her jacket and slid it down her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Slowly, sensuously, he unsheathed each of her wrist knives, running the flats of the blades ever so softly up her arms.

The cold steel against her skin made her shiver.

He laid the knives aside and unbuckled her wrist sheaths, lifting each of her wrists to his lips for a soft kiss.

He followed that with her boot blades, kneeling at her feet and running his hands down the outsides of her thighs. After he removed the knives, he let his fingers trail up her inner thighs to her burning core, stroking it in slow circles through her leather pants.

Kira sucked her breath in with a hiss, swallowing a moan.

Oh, hell yeah.

Flynn moved around behind her, sliding one hand up under her breast, cupping it. The other hand dipped underneath her collar to free the blade sheathed down her back.

Then he reached up to that silky, beautiful knot of hair and pulled out the lethal stiletto chopsticks that held it together. Her hair cascaded down, soft and sexy and wild.

He loved her hair. He fucking loved everything about her. He ran his fingers through it, scenting it, rubbing his cheek against it. Marking her with his own scent.

She loved that—he knew that already. She loved feeling his lion coming closer to the surface. Hot. Passionate. Dangerous. Proud. He gave a low growl, and she dropped her head back on his shoulder, baring her neck.

He gave it another soft bite, right on the sensitive tendon that ran down the side of it.

Then he reached two fingers into the front of her bustier and pulled out one more tiny, thin blade from between her breasts.

He twirled the blade slowly, holding her tight against him with his other hand, his shaft against her taut sexy ass. Then he slid the blade down the front of her bustier. It severed the laces, the tough leather parting like gossamer.

The bustier parted and fell to the ground. Flynn took the blade to the bottom of her underblouse and slid it upwards, parting the fabric from hem to neckline. It joined the bustier on the floor.

“I’ve killed men for less than that,” she murmured.

He put the blade down and cupped her breasts. “Wait a couple of hours, would you? That way I can at least die happy.”

“You know there are other ways to get my clothes off.”

“But this way is the most fun.” He ran his thumbs over her nipples, feeling her skin quiver. Then he turned her around and dipped his head, sucking gently on one nipple, then the other. She arched her back, making the kind of sexy noises that made his dick tighten.

He pushed her slowly backwards toward the bed. “You forgot to cut my pants off,” she murmured.

“I figured you really would kill me. You love those pants.”

“True.”

“But I might risk it. Because if I cut them off, then you still keep those sexy fuckin’ boots on.”

“Oh. Is that all?” There was a flicker of blue flame, and the pants disappeared. The boots stayed, along with her lacy black panties.