Page 65 of Siege of Blood and Betrayal

“So, it’s not a genuine attraction?” she says, disappointment obvious in her tone.

“Not at all, beautiful. It’smorethan attraction. It’s the pull of a magical bond uniting two halves into a whole.”

She eyes me up warily and I worry about where she’ll land on this. “But that doesn’t mean we have to give in to the pull, does it?”

“No, we don’t have to. You are an independent woman and can make your own choices. But while we don’thaveto give in, we bothwantto, don’t we? Aren’t you aching to feel what it would be like? To explore this connection?”

Her lips part slightly, and for a moment, neither of us says a word. The air between us is charged. Whatever magic is pulling at us, it’s insistent and getting stronger.

She glosses her lip with her tongue, and I watch that little pink tip teasing me as my cock demands more space behind the fly of my jeans. “My life is a mess, Tucker… and I make poor decisions when I’m hurting.”

I pull her into my arms and reach behind her to shut and lock the door. “I’m a big boy, beautiful. We can just feel good for a while and see where that takes us. No strings.”

“No strings,” she repeats, her head falling back as her eyes roll closed. “Then make me feel good. Even if only for a little while.”

Scottie

What am I doing?I met Tucker yesterday and I’m giving in to a magical pull I know nothing about. I replay all the logic I can muster in my mind, but my body is telling me a much more compelling story.

Da would never begrudge me a moment of respite.

Is it so wrong to want to forget for a while? The loss and heartache will be there waiting for me after, but for a moment, I could be free.

Whatever is happening between Tucker and me, it’s powerful. It’s also sexy and soothing, and I can’t bring myself to want it to stop. As crazy as it seems, from the moment I first saw him, this has felt like an inevitability.

Tucker’s muscular arms are banded around me, his massive hands splayed as they roam up my back and over the rounds of my ass. “What are you hungry for, beautiful?”

WhatamI hungry for?

“Everything. I don’t want to think. I want to be swept into the oblivion of pure rapture. Eat me, fill me, fuck my mouth, hammer inside me—no boundaries. I want to be a dripping mess and forget my own name.”

A graveled groan fills the room as my feet come off the floor. “As long as you remembermyname, we’re good.”

He carries me through the room in three swift strides and sets me down in the ensuite bathroom. “First, we wash away the damage of the day. Then I promise to have you dripping and messy for the rest of the night.”

Sounds perfect.

For a big man, he’s incredibly fast because before I have time to blink, he’s got my shirt over my head and is kneeling before me, tugging my pant legs and socks off.

I’m left in my bra and panties, but based on his grin, that’s intentional.

He reaches back and grabs the collar of his T-shirt behind his head, yanking the strained cotton free. The pose gives me a glorious view of his flexed abs and the bulging muscles in his arms. Holy shitballs…

Tucker shirtless is breathtaking.

He’s chiseled like a god and that V of sin… I may be pregnant just from looking at him.

He takes in my wide eyes and waggles his brows. “But wait, there’s more.”

He pops the fastener of his fly and opens the front of his cargo pants, dropping them to the marble floor. I’ve got the full-frontal effect now, because without boxers to take off, he’s fully naked. Heat blooms over my skin as my breath catches in my throat.

He is honed to performance perfection.

Muscled forearms, thick biceps, moguled abs, and that cock… “Now that is a thing of beauty.”

He chuckles. “Glad you like what you see.”

“Do you always go commando?”

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