dark alcove. One hand squeezed her ass, the other hiked up her skirt, his tongue in her mouth. I was going to smash his skull into the cavern wall until I heard bones crunch and smelled blood.
Pull back.
I knocked him clear across the alcove, barely harnessing the need for blood, putting my body between them.
“Paxon.” The lethal edge of my voice cut the air. “She is not for you.”
Pax wasn’t stupid. He recognized my beast was nudging a paper-thin line, ready to claw him in half should he dare to stand against me. Fortunately, his lust for her wasn’t as great as my need to kill him. He edged around me to exit the alcove. My beast watched with caged fury, still wanting to maim him for good measure.
When he was gone, Jessen let out a huff and tilted her defiant chin at me, fuming with anger. Damn if I didn’t want to take her right here. Right now.
“What the hell was that all about? What gives you the right to interfere?”
Yeah, she was pissed. I didn’t give a fuck. “You’re drunk.” I forced away the image of Paxon’s hands and mouth on her body before I lost all control.
“So what. I can be drunk if I want to. What does that have to do with anything?”
She was beyond wasted. “You’re not aware of what you’re doing.”
She flipped those silky, black waves over her shoulder, luring me with her scent. I clenched my fists.
“What? That I was going to get laid tonight by Paxon? No, I was pretty aware. But it won’t happen now.”
The image of Paxon on top of her, inside of her, nearly made the dragon rip out of my chest. I let her know exactly how I felt. “No. It will never happen now.” No. It will never happen period. With any other man. Ever! You are mine. Get that into your pretty, fucking skull.
I had to have her. Soon. I was splitting in two. The beast demanded succor—the man denied the need. Fuck! She was torturing me, killing me, invading my senses with the promise of something sweet and sensual. The promise of yielding soft flesh under my hard body, melting into me until we were one, until she was mine.
My brain a fog, I barely registered what she said, my wayward thoughts somewhere else entirely.
“What gives you the right to decide anything for me? Are you afraid your precious Nightwing family will be contaminated by touching a human woman? Well, fuck you!”
She stormed off. I froze at her words. She thought I was angry because I was a bigot? I’d love to tell her, show her what I felt right this second. Her pretty mouth would shut up at once because it would be better occupied.
I followed her to the parking lot. She could barely stand up as she pulled out her keys. I snatched them from her.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me. Give me my keys, Lucius.”
“You’re not driving intoxicated.” Did she truly believe I would let her out of my sight in such a condition? Anything could happen to her. My mind reeled at the thought of one scratch on her porcelain skin.
“Oh, so now you’re my daddy? You’re going to make all my decisions for me?”
Her tone spoke of pain and betrayal. Her rage stemmed from more than this—her father.
“I’m head of security. I cannot let an intoxicated woman drive away, knowing she’ll probably kill herself, if not someone else, on the way home.”
“Men. You think you’re so fucking superior. You decide what a woman needs, no matter what’s in her heart.” Hot tears poured down her face, twisting my gut into a knot. I remained motionless, waiting for her to spend her anger; then her question staked me in the heart. “Let me ask you something, Mr. Nightwing . Have you thought about me even once since we first met? Just once?”
Once? Once! Was she fucking kidding me? I wanted to scream. Daily. Hourly. Every second of every fucking day she saturated my thoughts. Driving me out of my mind! My beast already knew she was his, the man needed to yield and tell her. Show her.
Just once? She was insane. How could I not
Pull back.
I knocked him clear across the alcove, barely harnessing the need for blood, putting my body between them.
“Paxon.” The lethal edge of my voice cut the air. “She is not for you.”
Pax wasn’t stupid. He recognized my beast was nudging a paper-thin line, ready to claw him in half should he dare to stand against me. Fortunately, his lust for her wasn’t as great as my need to kill him. He edged around me to exit the alcove. My beast watched with caged fury, still wanting to maim him for good measure.
When he was gone, Jessen let out a huff and tilted her defiant chin at me, fuming with anger. Damn if I didn’t want to take her right here. Right now.
“What the hell was that all about? What gives you the right to interfere?”
Yeah, she was pissed. I didn’t give a fuck. “You’re drunk.” I forced away the image of Paxon’s hands and mouth on her body before I lost all control.
“So what. I can be drunk if I want to. What does that have to do with anything?”
She was beyond wasted. “You’re not aware of what you’re doing.”
She flipped those silky, black waves over her shoulder, luring me with her scent. I clenched my fists.
“What? That I was going to get laid tonight by Paxon? No, I was pretty aware. But it won’t happen now.”
The image of Paxon on top of her, inside of her, nearly made the dragon rip out of my chest. I let her know exactly how I felt. “No. It will never happen now.” No. It will never happen period. With any other man. Ever! You are mine. Get that into your pretty, fucking skull.
I had to have her. Soon. I was splitting in two. The beast demanded succor—the man denied the need. Fuck! She was torturing me, killing me, invading my senses with the promise of something sweet and sensual. The promise of yielding soft flesh under my hard body, melting into me until we were one, until she was mine.
My brain a fog, I barely registered what she said, my wayward thoughts somewhere else entirely.
“What gives you the right to decide anything for me? Are you afraid your precious Nightwing family will be contaminated by touching a human woman? Well, fuck you!”
She stormed off. I froze at her words. She thought I was angry because I was a bigot? I’d love to tell her, show her what I felt right this second. Her pretty mouth would shut up at once because it would be better occupied.
I followed her to the parking lot. She could barely stand up as she pulled out her keys. I snatched them from her.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me. Give me my keys, Lucius.”
“You’re not driving intoxicated.” Did she truly believe I would let her out of my sight in such a condition? Anything could happen to her. My mind reeled at the thought of one scratch on her porcelain skin.
“Oh, so now you’re my daddy? You’re going to make all my decisions for me?”
Her tone spoke of pain and betrayal. Her rage stemmed from more than this—her father.
“I’m head of security. I cannot let an intoxicated woman drive away, knowing she’ll probably kill herself, if not someone else, on the way home.”
“Men. You think you’re so fucking superior. You decide what a woman needs, no matter what’s in her heart.” Hot tears poured down her face, twisting my gut into a knot. I remained motionless, waiting for her to spend her anger; then her question staked me in the heart. “Let me ask you something, Mr. Nightwing . Have you thought about me even once since we first met? Just once?”
Once? Once! Was she fucking kidding me? I wanted to scream. Daily. Hourly. Every second of every fucking day she saturated my thoughts. Driving me out of my mind! My beast already knew she was his, the man needed to yield and tell her. Show her.
Just once? She was insane. How could I not
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