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His teeth graze over me at a dangerously slow pace. I don’t stir, even when they finally penetrate the skin.

The sound he makes has my knees ready to buckle, like he’s never tasted anything so good. “You’ve been drinking,” Rhenn hums against me.

“Does that ruin this for you?” I half mock, expecting him to let go. Needing him to let go.

“No amount of poison could tarnish your blood, little Vixen.” He breathes me in, brushing his thumb over the punctures. “It only makes you all the sweeter.”

There’s no space between us, no barrier protecting me from him or myself, and before I realize what I’m doing, I collapse into him, finding his mouth with my own. There’s no hesitation from Rhenn. His hands are on my waist, pulling me against his chest.

The kiss is hard, bruising. It is months of pent-up anger and need. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to say, and everything I can’t.

Our lips part just enough they’re no longer touching. I feel the warmth of his breath, close enough it mixes with my own. Rhenn towers over me. His scent, his heat, I’m lost to all of it.

“You have no idea the things I want to do to you, Vixen.” Fingers like fire graze down my hips, finding the bare skin of my legs. “Problem is,” he rumbles, inching higher now, “you’re off limits.”

I’m dizzy with sensations, both hating and craving the game his hands are playing. They trail over me, carving the sweetest path against my inner thighs. “I didn’t think you played by the rules,” I challenge, dragging a nail down his chest. Even through the shirt, he feels exactly as I’d imagined—like something that shouldn’t be mine.

A low groan forms at the back of his throat. It’s guttural and way too sexy. “Keep digging that hole, Vix, soon you might just fit.”

Lifting on my toes, I bring my mouth near his ear. “That a threat?”

His large hand moves to wrap around my neck, pressing me back. He holds me hard enough to keep me in place, leaving just enough room to breathe. “When have my threats ever worked on you, darlin’?” His eyes hold mine, dark and brooding. “It’s a warning.”

My hand finds his, pressing it tighter around me. “And if that doesn’t work either?”

“Then maybe you need to be shown.”

I swallow, shifting my body just a little closer.

Rhenn doesn’t react this time, standing frozen in place. “You should leave,” he tells me, the request strangled against a breath.

He’s right. This is all wrong. I shouldn’t be here right now. My arms shouldn’t be circling him the way they are, wrapped tightly around his strong frame.

Rhenn and I, we can’t be. Not like this.

It’s already gone too far.

“Okay,” I whisper, knowing this is where it has to end.

Rhenn doesn’t move away, and I make no attempt to loosen myself from his hold. Instead, we find ourselves descending further into madness, bringing our mouths back together. It’s a lapse in judgement I can’t stop. I’m not even sure I want to. I just know whatever it is I’m not supposed to feel right now, I feel everywhere, racing like a quiver beneath my skin.

There’s a nip at my lip when he pulls back, his grip sliding down my thighs before coming to a stop at the backs of my knees. “You should have left when I gave you the chance.”

“Hey!” I bark as I’m lifted up the wall without warning. He adjusts his body beneath me, placing my legs over his shoulders, then pushes the top I’d borrowed up my thighs. My fingers tangle through his hair while I try to catch my balance. Rhenn helps by placing his hands over my hips, holding me in place.

I’m still trying to register what’s happening when an unexpected moan falls from my lips as he runs his tongue over the thin fabric of my underwear.

Fuck…

He licks again, slowly, tracing my pussy through the lace. I’m desperate for more, needing the one small item of clothing between us to move so I can feel more of him. Rhenn hears my silent plea, pulling it aside with his teeth, then finally slips his tongue inside me.

I gasp, my thighs tightening around him. He groans at my reaction, adding more pressure to the oversensitive area, a delicious combination of licking and sucking.

So much of me knows this isn’t right. It isn’t us. But if he wants to give me this, why shouldn’t I let him? Why shouldn’t I take every ounce of pure contentment he has for me?

Rhenn laps at my wetness, sweeping the flat of his tongue between my folds and biting down against my clit. It’s too much. It isn’t enough. The building pressure has me rocking against him. Shallow pants fall from my lips. It’s mixed with moans and whimpers I have no control over. It’s too good to stop. My body is begging for him; it’s hopeless for the things he’s doing to me.

Heat floods my lower stomach. I’m so close to falling apart. I just need a little more. Just a little…