"You can't leave the house yet, Lyra." His voice brooked no refusal.
Okay, a man could be really sexy when he was being
dominant, especially this man. But she just wasn't in the mood for it. She wanted to be f**ked, but she would be damned if she was going to ask him for it. And because she knew he could smell her arousal, she knew he was very well aware of the hunger building within her.
She turned carefully, clutching the folded material to her br**sts.
"Too bad. I need clean clothes and time to think…" A bitter smile twisted his lips as a raging pain reflected in his gaze.
"The time for thinking was before you decided to take my kiss."
She shook her head against the anger in his voice.
"Not about this," she informed him fiercely. "I have to decide things, Tarek. This has changed my life, you know it and I know it. There are other things involved than just you and I and this Mating Heat, or whatever you call it." Heat? Try inferno. It was killing her.
"Then take care of it on the phone." There was no give in him.
Good Lord, why hadn't she heeded the warnings of his complete male stubbornness that she had glimpsed over the months? He looked about as immovable as a boulder.
"I need clothes. My laptop…"
"You won't have time to wear clothes, or to work…" He advanced on her, his eyes lowering over the lust gleaming in his gaze. "You'll be lucky to have time to eat." Her stomach clenched at the growl in his voice as he reached out, taking the gown and robe from her before setting them back on the washer.
"I want to take you in the bed this time." His fingers tangled in her hair as he dragged her head back, his head lowering as though for a kiss.
As though she were that easy.
She didn't care how hot she was or how much the arousal was becoming painful. She was not just going to bow down and accept whatever. She might not be a Breed with a clear appreciation of this Mating Heat stuff, but she still had a mind of her own.
Before he could stop her, she twisted away from him, moving through the doorway and stalking through the kitchen to the foyer. She wasn't going to attempt the back door. But she might have a chance of getting to her own house before he stopped her through the front yard. Icy rain and all.
"Lyra. Where the hell do you think you're going?" He moved ahead of her before she could reach the door, staring back at her broodingly as she restrained the urge to kick him.
"To my own house," she reminded him. "Remember?
Clothes? Laptop?"
"No." The rough growl sent shivers up her spine and spasms attacking her vagina. Damn him. A man should never have a voice so inherently sexy.
"Tarek, you are under the impression this Mating Heat of yours somehow gives you rights you do not have." She pointed her finger into his chest, pushing back at the stubborn male muscle that wouldn't budge an inch.
Savage intensity tightened his expression, giving him a dangerous, predatory look.
"You are my mate. It's my place to protect you." He fairly snarled the words, lifting his lip to display those wickedly white incisors.
"It's daylight, Tarek," she pointed out as though speaking to a young child. Sometimes, men responded to nothing else. "I'm safe, sweetheart. I'm just gonna walk across the lawn."
"You will not." He stepped toward her.
And of course, she retreated.
The look on his face assured her that he was done ignoring her arousal and now ready to do something about it. Of course, the erection straining beneath the loose fit of his sweatpants pretty much assured her of that on its own.
"Tarek, these strongman tactics are going to piss me off," she bit out, irritation surging through her. "I don't like it."
"So?" His lips tilting in a mocking smile. "Tell me, mate, how will you stop it?"
Cool male confidence marked his features.