Page 104 of Swan

I said nothing, just wished him dead with my eyes.

He laughed. “If she doesn’t belong to you—” I took a step closer to him, and he backed up so fast, he nearly fell on his arse. He turned and disappeared through the people.

“Dragon,” I heard screamed before a body slammed into me.

Fucking great.

It was the bitch from the library.

I was about to push her back and tell her where to go when—to my utter fucking shock and delight—my little birdy forced her way between the bitch and me.

Petra’s face morphed into a nasty scowl.

When she opened her mouth to spew some shit, I curled my arm around Swan’s waist, leaned over her shoulder, and told the bitch, “Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. Leave,” I ordered loudly.

She glanced around her, and I noticed the other women and men were all staring her down. Especially Rommy.

The woman stuck her nose in the air and walked away.

Swan went to move but stilled when I wrapped my other arm around her waist and brought her back against my chest. I ducked and brushed my nose against her temple.

Jesus. My birdy shivered, and I could feel how hard she was breathing. Was she affected being close to me, or was it the adrenaline from stepping in?

“Why you bein’ naughty, Birdy?”

She made a noise in the back of her throat but nothing else.

Everything else around us vanished.

Right there and then, it was just me and her on the dance floor. Even the music had dulled, and all my attention was locked onto the woman in my arms. And fuck, she felt good there.

I grinned and slid my hands to her waist to shift her around to face me. Her pupils were blown wide as she stared up at me like a deer caught by a predator.

Her gaze flicked down to my lips.

I groaned inwardly. Did my birdy want a taste?

I threaded my hand through her thick locks at the side and used my thumb under her chin to keep her eyes. I ushered her close until we were pressed together, and if she felt my raging hard-on, then she’d know just how much I wanted her.

“Does my birdy want me to kiss her?”

She bit her bottom lip. Teeth dug into the plumpness. I pressed my thumb gently to her lip and pulled it free before tapping her chin.

“Only I get to bite that lip and only when you give me the go-ahead to have a taste.”

Her hands gripped my tee under my cut as she parted her lips, then closed them.

I didn’t want to push her. Maybe she wasn’t ready. My gut twisted at the idea of scaring her off.

There was still a chance she didn’t want anything to do with me. Maybe she only saw me as a friend. But if that was the case, why did she step between me and another woman? Why did it seem like she was glaring at the bartender upstairs?

Dropping my arms, I smiled. “No stress, babe. I get this could make you uncomfortable—Oof.” I let out a heavy breath when she slammed into me, fisting my tee at my chest.

“Please,” she said, her soft cheeks aflame.

“Please what, Birdy?” I growled out low.

Tell me you want me.

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