One minute she was walking to the couch, the next she was practically flying through the air and bouncing on the bed. Just that fast. He had moved just that fast across more than ten feet of space, counting the king-sized bed, and tossed her to it as though she weighed nothing.
Scheme fought to push her hair out of her eyes as she glared back at him.
“You’re being childish.” She kicked at him as he jerked the bottom of her pants, pulling them off. “I just put those on, you damned pervert.”
Before she could fight him off, he gripped her arms and had her up and the top wrestled off her body faster than she had managed to put it on.
“Damn you, you son of a bitch.” Breasts heavy, anger thundering through her system, her fingers curling, she tore her arms from him and went for his eyes.
“Tsk, tsk. Ladies don’t fight like that.” He batted her clawed fingers back, laughing at her. The bastard was laughing at her.
“Fucking pu**y,” she snarled, her fist curling as she jumped for him.
She didn’t know who was more surprised, her or the Breed who had been laughing, when her fist connected with the side of his face.
They stared at each other in shock.
“Now…” He pushed her back to the bed, following her down, his hands pinning her arms above her head, his hard body covering hers. “You can kiss it and make it better.”
Kiss it and make it better? Scheme froze, wide-eyed, her ni**les rasping over his broad chest as she fought to breathe.
Breeds were thought to have no body hair. Few people knew the truth: that the hairs on their bodies were so tiny, the color so perfectly matched to their flesh, that it was like a thin pelt. And at the moment, she could feel every tiny hair her ni**les were raking as her br**sts heaved beneath him.
The sensation was exquisite. Fiery. So heated she could feel herself melting against him, losing strength, losing control.
“God, you’re warm,” he murmured, lowering his head until his lips were close to her ear, his abused face next to her lips. “Now kiss me better, pretty girl, so we can go to sleep.”
Helplessly, hopelessly she turned her head, her lips touching the small spot of blood she had drawn at the side of his mouth.
His body tightened violently; his breathing became harder, heavier, as his jaw clenched. A violent groan tore from his lips as she licked at the cut at the corner of his lips, the salty taste of his flesh mingling with the coppery flavor of his blood.
And it should not have been erotic. It shouldn’t have gotten her so wet she could feel her juices gathering all along her pu**y, thick and hot and making her crazy with the need to be touched.
“Enough.” He was gone as fast as, if not faster than he had grabbed her.
Hard-on bobbing out from his body, his expression set and furious once again.
Scheme sat up as he threw himself back into the bed and jerked the blankets over his body. She wondered if he had any idea how close he’d come to making her beg that time.
“Has anyone ever mentioned that you’re not exactly stable?” she finally asked.
“Yeah, every time they caught me and Cabal double-teaming one of our lovelies,” he snarled. “Now f**king go to sleep before you find out exactly what one-half of the last two surviving Bengal Breeds can do.”
Her breath caught. Her eyes widened, and she turned slowly as he picked up a remote, pressed it, and the sound of a television droned behind her.
“Double-teamed?”
“Double-fucked,” he clarified.
She blinked. He smiled. And it wasn’t a comforting sight.
“Night, night, pretty girl.”
She couldn’t sleep. The television had flipped off more than an hour before, the lights were dim, but sleep had never been further away.
She ached. Every time she closed her eyes, she swore she felt Tanner’s fingers sliding between her thighs, the heavy weight of them inside her, stroking her, burning through her common sense. And her eyes would jerk open to stare miserably into the cavern once again.
Despite the width of the bed—it was a king-sized bed, after all—she could still feel Tanner’s heat. It blazed against her back, wrapped around her and made the quilt he’d tossed over her stifling.