Demon's Trust (The Chronicles of Arcayos #1) - Raven Dark Page 0,77

I go into fighting stance, fists up, one foot back for balance, ready to block an attack.

“Get away from me, you—Arcayos?”

Arcayos puts his finger to his lips.

My heartbeat is thudding in my ears. “Demo—Hawk, you scared the shit out of me! You—”

Without a word of explanation, he rushes me backward across the room and pushes me up against the nearest wall. I grunt in surprise.

He hauls me against him, pinning me between his frame and the wall. His massive hands are everywhere, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. His mouth is so close to mine I can feel the heat from it against my lips.

The adrenaline coursing through me spikes.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hiss.

He puts his face close to my neck, inhaling deeply. His breathing is ragged. He, this immortal warrior who can slaughter three demons without breaking a sweat, is heaving big growled breaths. There is an emotion pounding off him like fire, but I’m not sure what it is yet. Anger? Or something else?

“What is this I hear about you being locked up with Tyrone for the last two hours?”

Confusion seeps through my hormone-addled brain. “What? I don’t—”

His chest heaves against mine. He inhales my scent again, running his nose along one side of my neck, then along the other. “What were you doing with him?”

I pull back. “Excuse me? What was I doing with him? How dare you—”

“I don’t want you spending time alone with him anymore. I don’t want him touching you.”

“Whoa, wait a second.” I push at his chest. “Oh, this is ridiculous. You? I thought you’d be better than most of the other guys in this station.”

He blinks. “What?”

“Get your hands off me. I thought you were a lot of things, Hawk, but I never figured you for a racist.”

“Oh, for fuck sake. That’s what you think this is about?”

“Isn’t it?” I jab my finger at his chest. “You have a problem with me being alone with him because he’s black.”

“Oh, shut up, Cassidy. I don’t give a shit about the color of a person’s skin—”

“Then what’s your fucking problem?”

He swats my hand away with a frustrated growl, grabs my shoulders, and shoves me hard against the wall, crushing me to it with his powerful body. “I have a problem because he’s a man.”

“Wait… you’re jealous?”

He lets out a low, primal sound that in such a human disguise, it seems he shouldn’t be able to make. The sound makes my toes curl.

“You won’t be spending any more time with him. Not alone. Not like that.”

“We were training, Hawk.”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want another man touching you.”

“So you’re not a racist, you’re just a sexist ass.”

A rumbling chuckle leaves him. He nips my bottom lip. I whimper, and he licks away the sting.

Need thrums through me in a dizzying wave. If he wasn’t nailing me to the wall with his frame, my knees would have collapsed. “We’re not doing this here. Fraternization. Someone will see.”

“I don’t care.” He nips my ear. “I can smell your arousal. We’re not leaving here until we both have what we want.”

“If someone hears us, I could lose my job.”

“Then you’d better keep quiet.”

Holy hell, how is he making this so sexy? It’s not that I’m against being a little wild, but my job always comes first. Except the heady, spicy scent of him makes my head swim, and I can’t even think straight. The need to please him is overwhelming, frighteningly intense. God, he feels so good.

Any remaining strength ebbs out of me. My head falls back against the wall with a soft thump. I’ve never seen him act this aggressive. He feels… dangerous, and no less so for being in his persona. I love it.

His hands cup my ass, fingers kneading my cheeks. Rubbing my sex against him and causing a delicious friction.

I wish he’d stop that. It’s making it impossible to think straight. I shouldn’t be letting him control me like this. That unnatural need to please him pounds in my thoughts. My hips gyrate against him of their own accord. His cock jabs at my belly, hard and thick.

“I will have your word, you will not be alone with another man again unless you have to.”

“Not going to happen. Tyrone is my sensei.”

“You do not need training. I will protect you.”

I bite my lip to keep from groaning. “Dream on.”

“I will change your mind.” His hand slips around my throat, holding me in place. My breath hitches, my