My cock stiffened.
The taste of her still lingered in my mouth—the phantom pressure of her cunt squeezing my tongue as she rocketed skyward and detonated. Her fingernails had scraped the table, hands spread thanks to the brothers holding her down. But she hadn’t squirmed to get away from me.
No, she’d fought to get closer.
And I’d obliged.
Drowning myself in her scent, bruising my lips as I licked her harder and harder.
She’d squirmed and moaned and gasped. She’d delivered herself into my clutches, all because I knew how to make a woman come.
But she didn’t just give me her pleasure.
Christ, no.
She’d given me the briefest taste of how divine it would be to own, not just her body, but her mind and soul, too.
It was fucking addicting.
It was fucking twisting with my head.
I growled under my breath, striding onward. The bloody hard-on I’d sported since she walked into my life poisoned me, turning me against everything I knew, everything I’d embraced since I learned the meaning of survival and discipline.
Hot lust tumbled through my veins.
How could I stay the cold beast I’d been groomed to be when my blood raged for another little taste? Another little indulgence of her tight, wet heat.
Shit, I was going to make myself come if I didn’t stop thinking about her.
My cock rippled, totally agreeing.
I shook my head, breaking into a jog toward the stables.
You will remain everything you are.
You will.
There was no other choice in the matter.
I’d been taught to be the master of my emotions. I prided myself on embracing all that he taught me. One little Weaver bitch would not undermine me. This was the way of our world.
My world.
Her world.
No matter how she bewitched me, no matter how she turned my body and willpower against me, I wouldn’t give in.
She’d learn that soon enough.
The moment I caught her, she’d learn her place. The moment I had her back in my arms, she’d never run again.
That was a fucking promise.
It’s time to hunt.
The stables were empty apart from Kes’s polo pony, my father’s prized thoroughbred, Black Plague, and my ebony gelding, Fly Like The Wind. That was his show and hunting name. In private, I had another name for him.
Wings.