Page 73 of Throne of Ice and Blood
“Fine,” I say, challenge lacing my voice. “Then I guess you will just have to watch instead.”
He blinks in shock as I spread my legs wide and start stroking my clit right there in front of him. His gaze darts down to myhand, and it takes him another few seconds to drag it back up to my face. When he does, his eyes are dark with desire and burning like smoldering flames.
“Selena.” My name comes out like a growl.
I arch an eyebrow while continuing to tease my clit. “Yes?”
“You—”
I push one finger inside me.
Draven’s threat, or whatever he had been about to say, is cut off as he sucks in a shuddering breath instead.
Keeping my eyebrows raised, I continue to fuck myself with my hand while I fix Draven with a stare full of challenge. “Problem?”
His cock hardens even more. With every stroke of my fingers, his cock strains harder against the dark fabric of his underwear.
I nod towards it. “That looks painful.”
A muscle in his jaw flickers, and he flexes his hand. His chest heaves as he drags in another deep breath. And when his eyes once more lock on mine, there is such desperate desire in them that I forget to move my fingers for a second.
Draven uses that second well.
Shooting across the floor, he flies towards me. I throw myself to the side to evade him, but the move only makes both of us crash down on the floor. My back hits the smooth floorboards with a thud, and massive black wings flare out above us as Draven lands on his hands and knees above me.
My heart pounds hard in my chest as I stare up at him.
“You troublesome little rebel,” Draven begins, as he curls his fingers against the floor. His gaze sears into me.
But before he can finish what he had been about to say, I slide my hand between our bodies and down between my legs. Letting out a calculated moan, I begin rubbing my clit again.
Just as I expected, he quickly reaches down to grab that wrist. But I’m already moving. Before his hand can wrap aroundmy right wrist, my left hand slides across the soft membrane of his wing.
A shudder courses through his whole body, and he slams his hand back against the floor as a moan rips from deep within his chest. I show him no mercy. While brushing my fingers across his wings again, I continue pleasuring myself with my other hand.
Draven’s eyes shutter, and he curls his fingers against the floor as another shudder rolls through his body. Pure pleasure pulses in his golden eyes.
The sight of it makes my heart squeeze. I still can’t believe that I, of all people, am able to draw such a reaction from him.
He sucks in an unsteady breath and, with what looks like great difficulty, he reaches up and wraps a hand around my left wrist. Using his superior strength, he forces my hand away from his wing and pins it against the floor next to my head instead. I keep teasing my clit with my right hand.
“Here’s the deal, Shadow of Death.” My own eyes are full of challenge as I meet his desperate gaze. “Eitheryoufuck me, or you watch me fuck myself. Those are your two options.”
The muscles in his toned forearm shift as he flexes his hand around my wrist. His eyes are burning with so much desire that I can almost feel the heat pulsing from his whole body.
Then he lets out a whole string of curses.
Victory pulses through me.
“Take your hand off your cunt,” he orders. “Now.”
Releasing me, he quickly strips out of his underwear and tosses them aside. With a firm grip on my thighs, he spreads my legs wide and positions himself between them.
Fire licks through my veins as he grabs my wrist and pins it to the floor above my head again as he leans down over me. His cock brushes against my entrance.
“You infuriating…”
He thrusts into me.
