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scooted over to
him and pressed my body against his. He shuddered. Heat radiated from his
flesh. My nipples hardened and pressed against my bra, begging to be released
so that they could dip into his wet mouth.
    “You
shouldn’t take advice from a vampire that carries around a corpse.” He moved
away. Ian is talking to her, too. I
yearned to tell Samuel, but he had enough on his mind. I’d have to deal with
that problem myself.
    “So
you think Ian is wrong?” I sat up and slipped off my bra and panties, but kept
the dagger in its sheath. “I can’t control you?”
    With
his back still to me, he sniffed the air and groaned. “Are your clothes off?”
    “Yes.”
    A
tortured rumble fled his chest. “Put them back on. I’m trying to behave.”
    “We
should see if I can control you.”
    “We
did in the bathtub and failed when I forced the bond.”
    “You
were in your king form. Now you’re not. And let’s not forget that I was
recovering from dying.” I opened my legs. He sniffed again and whimpered. The
area between my thighs moistened. “Turn around, Horned King.”
    He
complied without any hesitation. His gold eyes brightened in the dimly lit
wagon. His right lip lifted into a sneer. “Are you trying to have me hurt you?”
    “Do
you desire to hurt me?”
    “No.”
It came out in a whisper.
    “Then
let’s see if I can stop you from going too far.”
    “And
if I don’t?”
    In
half a second, I slipped out the dagger and had it an inch from his heart. “I
can protect myself.”
    “I’ve
taught you too much.” His gaze shifted to the dagger and he chuckled.
    “Teach
me some more.” I put the dagger in its sheath. “Get on your back.”
    “Be
careful.” His voice boomed. “Since growing into my king form, I don’t like
being ordered.”
    “I’m
your queen.” I considered Ian’s words. “I’m the only person on this planet who
gets to order you around.”
    He
paused as if thinking about it for a few seconds and then rolled over on his
back. I slipped the sheet off of him. His cock sprang up and pointed to the
ceiling. The mushroomed tip blushed with hunger. Ambi, I want him. My body overheated with lust. I had to battle
with myself not to jump on top of him. I craved to feel him sliding into me,
rock-solid and slick with my arousal. I straddled his thighs and made sure to
keep space between me and his erection.
    “Get
on my dick.” He licked his lips and glided his hands up my thighs.
    “No.”
    He
grumbled in protest. “Then have you decided to torture me?”
    “I’m
not sure what I’m doing.” My bare breasts hung heavy in front of me. My aching
tips tingled and stiffened until it was unbearable. I moved up and leaned in
his direction so my breasts dangled in front of his lips. “Suck on my nipples.
But don’t bite my breasts.”
    “And
if I do bite?”
    “Then
you don’t get your reward.”
    He
squeezed my behind. “What is my reward?”
    “Just
suck.”
    Slowly,
he circled his tongue around my nipple and then drew it into his mouth. Dampness
enclosed it.
    “Hmmm.
I like that.”
    He
guided my body up and down on him with his hands so that my wet center slid
across his rock-solid cock. It vibrated against me, sending my clit into a
frenzy of pleasurable rushes that waved between my legs and spread across my
skin. I bit my lip and held in a moan. The tips of his fangs pressed against my
breasts as he sucked on, but he didn’t pierce it.
    So far, so good.
    “Don’t
bite.”
    A
rumble left his chest, but he complied and didn’t bite.
    “Now
let go.”
    He
did, but his fingers squeezed my behind and pressed me hard against his cock.
“Okay. I’ve proven that I can be good.”
    He
rolled me over.
    “No.”
I fell to the mattress.
    “Yes.”
He spread my legs apart. His eyes shifted from gold to crimson. His fangs
exploded from their gums. A groan so deep escaped his lips that my heart
skipped a beat.
    Calm down. You can do this, Brie.
    “You’re
not listening.” I