Page 107 of Shadowman
Jesus, I’m mortified…
“What the hell was that??” I whisper-scold my dick. “Have you lost your mind?!”
Pacing, I palm my scalp, obsessing over what just happened. We were supposed to befighting, not… whatever the hell that was.
I knew I didn’t want to fight him. He just wouldn’t leave it alone!
Now I just made myself look gay and crazy in front of a room full of assholes.
“Oy! Byron…” His voice startles me, and I jump, spinning around, glare intact. I really didn’t expect him to follow me in here, though I guess it makes sense. He’s been following me around all night. “Are you alright?”
“No,” I hiss, then blink hard. “I mean,yes. I’mfine…Why wouldn’t I be??”
He stares at me, head slanted to the side. “You sure?”
His dark hair is all tousled about, cheeks still pink. And he’s bleeding…
“Stop asking me stupid fucking questions,” I teem, chest heaving in frustration.
He blinks, lapping at some blood trickling from his lip. The sight throbs my nuts. “Don’t be cross. You won.”
“I’m notcross,” I growl, and he smirks. “You just… threw me off, is all.”
“Did I?” He steps forward while I glower at him, backing up. “Why?” He continues to crowd me. “Because you liked it?”
“I don’t know what you’re… talking about,” I croak, startling myself when my back hits the concrete wall behind me.
Shit…
He has me trapped,again, easing his body into mine. Gazing down at me, violet eyes shining. “I think you do.”
“You must have a few screws loose,” I grunt, baffled and frustrated because the warmth isstillfucking here.
It wasn’t the fighting… Why wasn’t it the fighting??
Fuck me, I think it was… him.
His scent actually has my mouth watering.He smells… dangerous. And sexy. God, so deliciously sexy…
“Maybe.” Hovering over me, Trevel taps his fingertip to his bloody bottom lip. “You want a taste?”
I’m fuckingtrembling. “Huh…?”
“It’s yours,” he croons. “You earned it, warrior.”
My head is fucking spinning off my body as my eyes covet that pouty fucking lip, all red and puffy andso closeI can practically taste the copper already.
I gulp. “But I’m not… I mean, I don’t…”
“You don’t have to lie to me, gorgeous,” he whispers. “I can keep a secret.”
My lashes flutter.What is this…?
How is he doing this?
Do I need to get laid that bad??
Or is this… something else?
