Page 88 of Veiled Flames
Above his breeches, Tynan sports a dark line of hair that seems placed as a signpost to the prize below. I can’t move my gaze.
In two bounding strides, Tynan crosses the space between us. Catching me off guard, he straps one arm around my waist, as the other takes hold of my hair and tugs my head back, exposing my throat, as his pelvis and cock, press firmly against my body.
“Shame you cut off your hair.” He licks the length of my neck, dampening my heating skin and making me shiver. “Less to tug on while I fuck your mouth.” He pulls sharply on my hair again. “I suppose it will have to do.”
I’m not sure what he means by fucking my mouth, but perhaps he means thrusting his tongue inside it. Something Saxon has already done, and I quite enjoyed.
As Tynan pulls on my hair, tears well in my eyes, and I fight to regain my ability to speak, to even breathe. My scalp is aching, along with the rest of me, but all the pain is contradicted by the throbbing heat in my cleft. I don’t understand my body. My body wants him, but I won’t allow it, not until I secure his pledge.
Tynan must promise to keep my secret. Without that deal, he’ll have to take me by force.
Holy thrix! Even that horrid idea amplified my throbbing. Tynan—the threat of him—holds a very strange power over me.
Loosening his hold on my hair, he backs me up against his wardrobe and uses his superior height to sneer down at my face.
“You don’t think I’m as cruel as my kin.” His eyes narrow. “You’re wrong.Verywrong. My father and grandfather taught me well. They taught me how totamewomen, how tobreakthem. How toruinthem. And you’re going to regret that youcame here tonight.” He grinds his hips against me, pressing my backside against the carved wooden wardrobe.
The pressure of his hardness between my legs makes me pant, even through the leather of our breeches.
“I can’t decide which of your holes to drill first.” He sneers down at me. “One way or the other, I’m going to fuck all of them—fuck each one hard and deep. I’ll fuck you so hard and for so long you’ll lose your ability to beg me to stop. And, believe me, princess, I can go ten times longer and harder than that old dragon master who defiled you.”
His hand drops, and he squeezes my cleft with so much pressure I’m sure that I’ll bruise. But it yet again increases my throbbing.
“At this moment, youarebeing cruel,” I spit out. “I hate you.”
“And yet—” he grins. “And yet youwantme.” His finger flicks over my sex.
I turn my face away as pleasure flutters through me. “You are mistaken.”
“Liar.” He chuckles as his fingers flick again. “Your cheeks are flushed. Your breaths are shallow, and your heart is racing.” He presses his fingers against the leather directly over my opening, pressing the seam against it. “And I can feel how much you want me.”
“The reactions you see and feel are borne ofhatred, sir. From disgust.”
“Look at me!” he shouts. His grin has twisted, and I shiver. “You’re lying,” he growls. “Your eyes are brimming with lust. And your cunt is hot and damp.” His fingers scratch me down there as if proving his point.
“Ihateyou. Unhand me now.” I may have misjudged this. I may have misjudged him. I’ve made a terrible mistake. “I was wrong before,” I say on a shuddering breath. “Youarecruel. You are a terrible person. Not half the man that Saxon is.”
His expression falters. “Have you promised yourself to Saxon? Are you the master’s property?”
“I’m no man’s property, and Saxon will never touch me again. I won’t allow it.”
Tynan’s eyes widen and his expression transforms as he grins. I want to slap the satisfied look off his face, and yet I also want to devour it with my lips. This man is beyond confusing, and my feelings toward him even more so.
“Admit it, princess.” He grins. “You didn’t come to my room to make a deal. You came here tofuckme. You came because youwantme.”
“Ihateyou.”
“Hate does not cancel want.” Tynan licks my face, and everything inside me pulses. “In fact, hate and rage canfuellust. In fact, hate-fueled fucks are oft explosive.”
I keep my gaze averted, as his face moves even closer toward mine. So close his lemony scent overpowers me. My legs are shaking, and the heat between them is beyond denial. His fingers continue their infernal pulsing, rubbing me through the leather, and I fight to strangle a moan.
He releases his hold on my sex.
I gasp at the absence of pressure, and my hips involuntarily shift, as if seeking his hard ridge.
He backs away. “Did you think me so easy to seduce, Princess?” He cups his hardness again. “Every wench at camp wants this.”
“So you claim.”Me, seducing him?“But…” My mind is spinning. I’ve forgotten my purpose here. “You said you wanted…” I stop myself. Why would I remind him of his threats.
