Page 119 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

She stumbles. It’s the first sign of weakness, the first sign of anything less than completely deadly.

I get around the table so I’m in front of her, and as I walk towards her, she walks backwards. Her eyes locked on mine. The tiny cabin doesn’t give us enough room to move in, and we’re making a mess, but if it extended the time I could spend with this alter, I would burn it.

“Annoying,” she growls.

I sigh and reach out, though she tenses, she doesn’t throw off my hand. She doesn’t stop me. My fingertips touch her cheek, the lightest touch.

“Are you real or have I lost myself in the bleach fumes?”

She scowls, refusing to answer.

“It just…there’s never been anyone who felt so right.”

She slams both hands to my chest, shoving me into the wall hard enough that my head hits it hard. I watch her, stunned, waiting to see what she will do.

If she wants to put a knife into my gut, I will allow her to gut me. If she wants to pull out my heart, it’s hers.

She leans up, her hands still on my chest, feeling my heart beating under her fingertips, it beats only for her now. She stands on her tiptoes, bringing our faces together.

Raptor is confused; she doesn’t understand her reaction to me, I can see it, and I can understand it. I feel that way, too.

“Annoying,” she breathes and presses her lips to mine.

She’s not gentle. She takes what she wants, and she wants me. More than she’s willing to admit, more than either of us are willing to acknowledge. She presses her body up against mine. Sexy, lithe, powerful. Her hands yank at my hair and pull at me, dragging me closer. I grip her ass, tilting her hips so she can feel how much I want her.

“Fuck! You are so hot,” I pant into her mouth. “You need to be naked. Now.”

She growls. “Shut up.”

This strange, seductive, incredibly attractive enigma of an omega drags my face down to hers, biting my lip until I’m bleeding. I don’t care, I’ve got my hands full of her ass, using the pillowy mounds to drag her up against my aching cock and grind into her.

“You’re going to beg me,” she hisses.

“If you want,” I say with a cocky confidence that irritates her. “Happily.”

“You’re going to wish you’d never met me.”

“Never.”

This time, I kiss her, turning us so that I can slam her to the wall. I lift her off her feet and let out a grunt of satisfaction when she wraps her legs around my hips.

“We should get to know each other. What do you like to kill?”

She responds by biting my ear.

“I can see you have a bite kink,” I hiss and moan as she shifts her teeth from side to side. “Me, too. I like to be bitten. Totally new, willing to explore all the limits and flags. My safe word is My Bloody Queen.”

She pauses, pulling back to look at me.

I lean forward, nuzzling her throat, dragging my own teeth over the delicate skin.

“Why?”

“Why? Because you are going to be bloody, and you are mine, and you’ll always be my queen.”

She growls.

The sound goes straight through me, deep inside me, twists around me, ties me up, leashes me, and makes me hers.