“I don’t know if I should speak it.” I turned my head toward his. “It may be too bold.”
“There is not a single part of me that believes you’re worried about being too bold.”
“But you may find me speaking it to be…distracting.”
Nyktos’s hold on me shifted. He drew me onto the tips of my toes and over, just a few inches, and I felt hardness against my lower back. “I’m already distracted.”
I bit down on my lower lip as heat flooded my blood. “You may bemoredistracted.”
“Tell me what you think I’d like to hear you beg for,” he ordered, his voice full of silk and shadows. “Or is it you who has become nothing more than talk?”
I laughed, the sound deep and throaty as I stretched as far as I could, bringing my mouth close to his. “Yourcock,” I whispered, then I brought my foot down on his. Hard.
Nyktos grunted, likely more from surprise than pain, but his grip on me loosened. I broke free, twisting out of his embrace. Facing him, I backed across the packed soil and stone. “That’s how I’ll get free.”
Eather seeped into his eyes as that lush, full mouth tilted up at the corners. “Is that your grand battle plan when you have no access to weapons? Speak of cocks?”
“If it works, why not?” I eyed the thick ridge clearly visible in his leathers. “And it most definitely worked.”
“Perhaps a little too well.”
“Is that so?”
Nyktos said nothing as he stalked toward me. The thrill of anticipation pumped hotly through me, mingling with the adrenaline. I waited until he was no more than a foot from me, and then I darted to my left, dipping under his arm. He spun, catching me, no longer shadowstepping.
He hauled me against him once more, my back to his front, one arm folded over my upper chest. “That was far too easy, Sera.” His other hand landed on my lower stomach, causing me to jump. “I don’t think you’re seriously trying to evade me.”
My breath caught as his hand slid down, over the laces running along the front of the leggings. “What do you think?”
I couldn’t think.
“I’d say it’s obvious.” His hand continued its downward path, slipping between my thighs. A sharp pulse of desire whipped through me. “You wanted to be caught.”
A ragged gasp left me as his fingers pressed against my center. “I don’t like being caught.” My hips twitched as his fingers began to move in tight circles. “Ever.”
He chuckled. “Liar.”
I was totally lying. I was also beginning to pant, and that had nothing to do with training. Shuddering, I gripped the forearm across my upper chest as his fingers continued rubbing me through my leggings. “Though being caught this way isn’t all that bad.” I swallowed a moan as his fingers pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Do all Primals fight this way?”
The sound Nyktos made against my back shouldn’t have excited me, but it did, and I grinned. I yanked on his forearm as I threw my leg back, curling it around his. I twisted hard, attempting to throw him off.
“Wrong move,” he growled, lifting me clear off my feet. He turned us toward the old stone table. “But I don’t think you tried very hard then, either.”
I gasped as he pressed me down until my stomach was flush with the table. My feet barely scraped the floor as I started to flip over, but he was suddenly on me, his chest against my back, and his legs twined with mine. He lodged his right forearm between my cheek and the stone, and all I could see was his bleached-white knuckles and my dagger, where it was still embedded in the wall above me.
I was trapped.
My fingers curled against the rough stone as I waited for the panic to hit me and for my chest to tighten. But when I dragged in a breath, all I could taste was citrus. All I could feel was Nyktos behind me, his chest rising and falling against myback, his breath teasing my cheek, and his hips pushed against my ass. Panic didn’t find me at all. A hot, shocking flood of desire did.
Nyktos’s chest rose sharply against my back. “You like it,” he said, sounding a bit awed—maybe shocked. But he also sounded veryinterestedas he drew a hand to my hip. “You like it likethis.”
I was trapped. Dominated. Vulnerable to his whims. And I…I more than justlikedit. I felt damp desire hitting me, because it washiswhims I wasopento. It washewho was taking control.
“I cantasteyour desire.” Nyktos’s lips brushed my cheek. “Spicy. Smoky.” He growled as he pushed in with his hips. I shuddered at the feel of him. “I don’t even have to try to read you.”
My fingers trembled against the stone as that damn hand of his found its way between my thighs once more. I closed my eyes, jerking against his fingers. “I…I do.”
“Why?” There was curiosity in his tone, momentarily softening the granite-hard edge of lust in his voice. “Tell me.”