Blood.More blood.Concentrate on your desires, your needs…
But I can’t.
I yank my teeth out of Rogan’s neck and soothe the wound closed.
He moves to kiss me once more, but I turn my head and his lips meet my cheek.
I roll over on top of him and straddle him.He’s still naked, and I’m still clothed in battle garments.His cock is hard, and God… How I’d love to sink onto it, ease the ache inside me.
“Princess?”
“It’s time,” I say.“Time to level with me.And I swear to God, Rogan, you won’t kiss me or fuck me into capitulation.I will have answers, and I will have them now.”
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Rogan snarls.He growls, and his irises swirl.Is he going to change?
I can’t tell, but I don’t move a fucking muscle.This wolf doesn’t scare me.He’d never harm me.
Not ever.
“Stop it,” I say.“Just stop it now.Who the fuck cut out those hearts?Who are you protecting?”
“No one.”
“I don’t believe you, Rogan.”I clench my jaw.“Who the fuck are you protecting?”
He growls again, and quicker than lightning he’s on top of me, clamping my arms above my head.“Fuck you, princess.Fuck you!”
His mouth comes down on mine, and arousal surges through me.
I’m high...high on Rogan’s blood and high on his animal pheromones.
No. No, no, no!
But I’m powerless to resist him.
I swore he wouldn’t fuck me into submission, and he’s not.
I’m not submitting.
I’m a full-blown partner in this seduction.
I want it as much as he does.
Damn it!
I don’t want to want it.But I do.I have no choice.
There was never a choice.
Never a fucking choice.
The kiss is raw and full of primal desire.
And I have way too many clothes on.
Normally I’d disrobe quickly, or Rogan would tear them from my body.