A dark, sinful smile tugs up his lips, and a shiver ripples down my spine at the sight. “I heard what happened out in the living room.” He leans forward until his lips graze the shell of my ear. “Everett left you needy, didn’t he?”
The reminder sends heat gushing through me. A whimper escapes me.
“You’re aching, aren’t you, little bird?” His voice is a raspy, seductive pull that tugs at me, propelling me towards him. “Youwant my touch. My lips. My cock. Do you want me to give them to you?”
I rub my thighs together instinctively, but I don’t answer. I can’t. I’m incapable of speech.
Everett doused me in gasoline, and Rafe just lit the match.
Abruptly, the blood fae grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back.
“Use your words,” he growls.
“Yes,” I pant out. “Yes, I want you to touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me.”
His smile broadens, and the sight has wetness coating my thighs.
“Good answer.” He lowers his gaze to the towel still wrapped around me. “Get rid of the towel.”
“But…”
“Now, little bird.” He tugs harder on my hair, eliciting a gasp.
Quickly—and somewhat awkwardly considering, I’m still kneeling on the bed with a portion of the towel underneath me—I untie it and let it fall to the ground.
Rafe’s hungry gaze trails over me, the desperation in his eyes making my core pulse.
“You’re so beautiful, Thea,” he rasps, his fingers moving to my aching nipples and pulling tightly.
I gasp and instinctively arch my back, pushing my breasts farther into his groping hands.
“And you’re mine, aren’t you?” He tugs my nipples harshly and then releases them. “Say you’re mine.”
Those words are a dark, insidious threat that shouldn’t make me as wet as I am.
But I’ve come to realize I’m a little fucked up, especially when it comes to these men.
“I’m yours,” I breathe, wilting towards him.
I want him to kiss me. Would his kisses be playful and passionate like Krystian’s and Krys’s? Would they be soft but possessive like Everett’s?
“Good girl,” he praises, bringing his hands back to my tender breasts to play with them. “Now, what I want to do to you might be a little scary, but I promise you that you’re safe. Everything I do is for your pleasure only.”
My heart begins to pound even faster, fear and intrigue mingling in my chest. “What do you want to do to me?”
His hands leave my breasts and trail down my arms, stopping when they reach my wrists.
“I’ll tie you here.” He releases my wrists and moves his hands down my stomach, my thighs, my calves…and finally land on my ankles, extended behind me. “And here.”
“You want to tie me up?” I ask, my stomach tightening.
“I want to spread you out like my own personal feast.” His voice is a dark, seductive promise.
I bite down on my lower lip. “Will it hurt?”
“Maybe at times,” he confesses. “But that pain will only help amplify your pleasure.”
I consider, trailing my gaze across his painfully handsome face.
