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She may have initiated our kiss, but that didn’t mean I was going to let her keep control. I wanted her fiercely. Surely the best way to show her how I wanted her and what it would be like with me was to kiss her back.

My hands started on her knees and then slid up her toned thighs, sliding just under the hem of her shorts as I grabbed the outside of her thighs and yanked her body closer to mine. I could feel the damp heat coming from her core as she ground her hips into my hardening cock.

I slid my hands up the back of her shirt, touching her bare skin and holding her to me as I rolled us over so she was under me, her thighs still wrapped around my hips.

“Hope you don’t mind getting dirty,” I said, looking down into her eyes.

“I want to be so dirty for you, Malik.” She gazed back up at me, her expression so open and trusting.

“Oh fuck. Tell me to stop now,” I whispered in her ear before licking the delicate column of her throat.

“Please, don’t stop,” she gasped.

That was all the permission I needed. I pinned her under me, feeling every inch of her soft skin as I devoured her kisses.

Her moan of pleasure told me Liz wasn’t the kind of girl who wanted gentle. She wanted raw, desperate, and that was exactly what I wanted to give her.

But not here, not like this. She deserved better than a quick dirty fuck in a pile of dust.

She may not have known it yet, but I was her dragon, if she wanted me. And she was my angel.

With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I pulled my lips from hers and stood up, lifting her with me. Her mouth went to my neck, teasing and working me up.

“Angel,” I gasped. “Let me take you to your room.”

She nodded, and I carried her out of the attic, down the stairs to her four-poster bed, and I laid her out on the sheets, ready to ravish her. I just kissed her again, and I had barely begun undressing her when there was a knock at her door.

Her eyes went from heavy-lidded and wide pupils to complete alertness.

“Hey, Liz. Can we talk? It’s about Leif, and it’s important,” Brock said from the other side of the door.

Her breath accelerated, her mind seeming to panic, as she realized we were going to be discovered by one of the other guys in the house.

It was probably for the best. She wanted casual, but my dragon told me we were going to be anything but casual. As soon as we got a taste, a real taste, we would never let our mate go.

Liz

GREEN CAN BE A TELLING COLOR

Another knock came from the front door. I hung my head in exhaustion. After the last few days since the cop came, I was convinced nothing good would come through that front door.

After all the excitement with the police, Malik had taken Leif outside each day to practice self-defense. Malik and I still hadn’t talked about our heated moment that Brock had interrupted with a discussion about trying to tap further into Leif’s Fae abilities. It was like Malik was worried I wouldn’t really want him, and he had a sad look about him every time he watched one of my interactions with the other guys.

Brock and Cal were currently downstairs, and I sat at the kitchen table, tired and confused, while I searched for a job again.

Well, I pretended to search for a job. I spent most of the time staring out the window, watching Malik and Leif. I tried to keep my eyes on my baby brother, but they kept drifting to Malik. He was shirtless in the sun, his tanned skin glistening with sweat. I could even see the beads of sweat rolling down his thick arms and muscled abs.

God, he looked good. He was huge, thick, and so damn strong. My mind wandered, and I wondered if other parts of his anatomy were as thick. Then I shook the thought from my head and took a long sip of my cold water.

It didn’t help.

Malik was still standing out there looking like the big, bad protector from one of the Highlander books I used to read. A man built by the gods to be a warrior. If that wasn’t sexy enough, he was also a gentle giant. He was so good with my brother. He was patient and sweet. I was amazed his size alone didn’t scare off Leif, but it didn’t. He was out there learning everything he could.

I hated that my sweet, innocent baby brother needed to know how to throw a punch, but I loved that Malik was being so patient with him, and it looked like Leif was actually having fun.

He was learning pretty fast, too.

Malik took his time showing Leif how to stand and keep his center strong and the right way to put his weight behind the punch. Of course, I’d had some basic self-defense lessons when I was a few years older than Leif too, but mine were to protect myself from perverts who felt like it was okay to touch a girl. After really thinking about it, I didn’t suppose Leif’s case was that much different. He was training for how to protect himself from grown adults who thought it was okay to harm a child.

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