Page 82 of Death Warden
Rut.
I shook it away. “No…” I held up my hands, ignoring the throbbing in my pussy and the tightening of my nipples. How had I ever thought I could be close to him and not want him inside me? This had to be because we’d been kept apart.
It was a build-up of sexual need. The instinct to mate. “Spectre, you need to stay away.”
He answered with a growl and bridged the distance between us. I took a step toward him instead of away, and his hands found me, running over me, hungry, testing, grasping. He rubbed his cheek against mine, stubble rasping almost painfully.
I moaned and arched into him as he cupped my ass and squeezed.
“Rut.” He fisted my hair and tugged my head back.
Gods, yes. “No. Spectre…” I groaned as he licked my neck.
“Spectre, get away from her.”
Curo… My eyes fluttered open and common sense attempted to edge in, but the hound in me was strong in Spectre’s presence. She knew what she wanted, to get on all fours and have him enter her hard and deep. “Curo…I can’t…”
Spectre inhaled. “Your heat. You’re ready for me.”
I ran my hands over Spectre’s body, grabbing at his biceps, then trailing up to his shoulders. Yes, I was ready. Too many clothes. They needed to come off.
Fuck, what was I thinking? “Curo, I need him to... Need him…” My voice broke on a sob.
“I know, kitten,” Curo said.
Spectre growled and turned to face Curo so that my back was to the lich. “She’s mine.”
Why was I rubbing up against him, hand on his crotch, massaging him, mouth aching to take him. Focus, Adi. Come on.
Curo moaned softly. “Fuck, Adi, you’re not helping.”
Spectre gripped my nape, forced my head back, and kissed me hard, almost punishingly, tongue thrusting into my mouth.
I sucked on it and Curo moaned again. “Fucking hell. I promised Dax I’d get you under control and bring you down.”
“Fuck Dax,” Spectre growled.
“That’s the bond talking,” Curo said calmly. “Where’s my buddy, Spectre. Can I speak to him?”
“Fuck you, Curo. You want her. I can smell it on you. I can hear it in your voice. But she’smymate.” His grip edged on pain.
My mind rebelled against my body, giving me the strength to pull away from him. “Stop it. Stop it now.”
He stroked my back and my body melted against him. This was so not fair.
“Spectre, I promised Dax I’d bring you to him. Trust me, you don’t want him to come up here and see you like this with his daughter. Your alpha, your prez, wants you to stop.” His tone was icy command that penetrated the hot haze of desire clouding my mind.
Part of me was aware that I was somehow feeding off Spectre’s need, that his primitive heat was fanning mine. I had to make him stop. “Spectre, please stop.”
Spectre’s chest heaved. He shook his head as if to dispel unwanted thoughts. His grip slackened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
The gnawing need immediately calmed. I was right. If he was calm, I could focus.
I exhaled. “It’s okay, you didn’t.”
He lifted his head and locked gazes with me. “This is unfair. This is wrong.”
His pain was mine and his torment churned in my chest. “I know.” I blinked back tears. “I’m sorry. I wish…” I cupped his face. “I wish I was free to love you.”
