he’d told her. Her head swam as she looked at his lips.
“I hate you,” she breathed. “I really do.”
She didn’t know if she was talking to him or herself.
And then, before she could hesitate, she leaned forward and took the one thing she wanted but shouldn’t have. His kiss.
He’d told her to do something bad to him. This probably wasn’t what he’d had in mind, but she was just drunk enough that it didn’t matter. At least not right then.
Jaxor froze when her lips crashed onto his, but then she felt his claws pierce her tunic, coming up to drag her closer. He’d been waiting for this closeness, perhaps longer than she had, Erin realized.
The knife clattered to the stone as her hands dove into his freshly shorn hair. She gripped the strands hard, clenching her fists in deep, pulling. He growled—huffy—but finally moved his mouth against hers hard. As if punishing her.
When Erin closed her eyes, she relied on him to keep her from toppling over since everything spun. She tasted the alcohol on his tongue when she met it and she pressed closer. Sounds were coming from her throat, little desperate sounds she’d never heard before, because she couldn’t get close enough.
“Vrax,” Jaxor hissed when she pushed between his thighs, placing herself in his lap. Dimly, she wondered if he was in pain from the wounds, but then his mouth was on hers again and the thought was wiped away.
His cock was hard underneath her—still hard despite the blood he’d lost. It pushed up from his furred loincloth between them and a reckless part of Erin just wanted to shift her body over it. The reckless, dangerous part of her craved taking him into her body, feeling that thick, hot length inside her, because she knew that was the only way this desperation would lessen. Only then would he be close enough—when he was completely inside her.
Madness, she thought.
She didn’t care. This felt good. This felt like something she wanted to do for once, not something that she should do. This felt bad, bad, bad in the best way. Mutually hate-kissing this dangerous male. It felt good because it was something she’d never done before.
Warning bells were going off in her head, but she silenced them. Tomorrow, she would feel differently. Tomorrow, once the lust had died down and the alcohol was gone from her system, and once she didn’t feel so damn reckless, she would regret this.
Wouldn’t she?
Jaxor hissed when she ground her hips over his cock. Her tunic had ridden up her thighs, but the hem still covered her sex. It was the only barrier between them.
“Ohh,” she moaned, breaking their kiss, when tingles erupted over her skin. Intense waves of pleasure were rising up, pulsing from her clit. She was wound tight, but the alcohol had relaxed her limbs. Her hands dropped to Jaxor’s shoulders, her fingernails digging into the muscles there, and she used the leverage to grind harder.
His mouth came to her neck as his hands squeezed her hips. Erin’s breath hitched, her mouth falling open, when he bit her there, at the sensitive flesh just underneath her earlobe.
“Yes,” she breathed, the pain mingling with the pleasure until they were interchangeable. Erin had never given herself permission to explore her kinks with a partner. She’d been too embarrassed, too self-conscious. She’d told herself that no good girlfriend would want the darker things she craved in bed. But Jaxor biting her, giving her a little prick of pain, was doing it for her. And he seemed to know it.
His hips thrust up underneath her, the thick, mushroomed head of his cock sliding over her throbbing clit through the tunic’s material. The friction was unbearable and frustrating and so, so right.
She needed to taste him again. Pulling on his horns to get him away from her neck, she guided his mouth to hers, feeling the vibration of his low tumble of a groan caught between their lips. He liked his horns touched, pulled, it seemed.
The heat was rising. She didn’t hear the rain over the thunder of her own heartbeat. All she smelled and tasted and felt was him.
She kept her eyes open as they kissed and he did the same. Those piercing blue eyes had deepened into indigo and she saw every dark want and wicked thing he needed to do to her. To his mate. Because that was what she was.
Erin wondered if he would come like this. They were dry humping like