and now you’re angry that I’m okay with it?”
“No,” I say, my throat tightening. “I’m not upset that you’re friends or that you trust him. That’s great. I just wish you trusted me.”
“You mean the way you trust me?” he says coolly.
“That’s not the same thing, and you know it.” I bend into a bow. “Goodnight, my mate and master.”
I slip into the apartment and shut the door, locking it before he can follow.
Inside the apartment, I tense, waiting for that Gateway to open and for him to walk through it, right into my living room.
The gate doesn’t open. Footsteps sound down the outside hall.
I wipe away a tear from my cheek.
19
The Tip
There is a naked man in my bed.
My eyes fly open. Arcayos’ dark-red eyes gleam at me. Jesus. I’m wrapped around his warm, muscled body, my leg lying across his hip, my arm around his waist. My bare breasts are crushed to his chest. Man, it feels good.
I’m also horny as hell again. My sex is wet and throbbing.
Once I’m over the shock, I unwind my leg from him, but he seizes my knee, pulling my leg more firmly over him.
“Don’t. I like you this way.” His husky voice is so sexy.
I sigh. Knowing him, if I try to get him out of my bed, he’ll only stay to piss me off, so instead, I snuggle into the bed, laying my head beside him as if I’ve invited him there. Besides, I’m ridiculously comfortable with his body heat relaxing me and sunlight from the window warming my back.
“A little break-and-enter with your coffee this morning, demon spawn?”
He makes a sexy humming noise in his throat and rolls me over onto my back. So much for hoping to throw him off his game.
“Still pissed at me then.” His head dips and he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. The bud hardens instantly.
Resisting the urge to rub myself against him, I stretch, neither encouraging him, nor resisting. The aching that was already in my core intensifies with every long, hard pull of his mouth on my nipple.
“We have to be at work in a couple hours,” I murmur. It takes an hour to get to the station on a good day.
He growls his frustration but rolls over onto his side. “You win for now. Besides, I’m hungry.”
“What do you want me to do about it?”
“Make me something.” He flips onto his back and stretches his arms, giving me a fabulous look at his enormous, muscled chest, his six-pack. The Ak’tar gleams gold in the morning sun between his pecs. Why does he have to be so gorgeous?
I sit up. “I am not making you breakfast, Arcayos. I’m not your 1950’s housewife.”
“You’re out of Froot Loops, and I can’t cook.”
“Then I guess you’ll starve, ’cause I’m not cooking for you.”
“Yes, you are. Unless you want to risk me burning your apartment down.”
I mimic him, flopping onto my back.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he purrs, running his hand down my stomach to my sex. A moan escapes, especially when he growls at the wetness there.
I grab his hand, surprised when he stops, waiting.
“What is it?” he rasps.
I lick my lips. “Fuck me first.”
His brow lifts. The pupils of those strange red eyes grow until the whole of his irises turn black. His cock twitches against my thigh.
I roll onto my stomach, presenting my ass to him.
“What are you doing to me, sweet?” He drops a kiss on my shoulder and grabs the lube I left on the dresser the last time we did this here.
I turn my face away from him, letting my hair hide it.
Arcayos straddles me, lubing up my back end, running his palms over my back and arms, my ass, heating the skin. I moan. He brushes my hair aside and drops kisses on my back.
“Look at me,” he purrs.
“Nope.”
“Look at me. I want you to watch me fuck you.”
That need to please him steals over me. I lift my head, looking over my shoulder.
Arcayos’ lips tease mine. His tongue teases mine, making me wetter. When he draws back, his eyes trap mine. He lays himself over me with a care that always shocks me and slips deliciously into my ass.
How I keep from crying out, I’ll never know. I bite down on a curse as he fills me, bringing that wonderful mix of biting pain and searing pleasure.
“That’s it. Let me watch your face while I pound your ass.”
I bite my lip and stare into his