Page 18 of Marked for Vengeance
This time, she did scream a little. She was certain the delicate netting would break beneath the load, and he’d plummet to the ground.
It dipped a little, but that was all.
He grinned down at her. “And for future reference, I do not fall. My reflexes are too good for that.”
She ignored his boast. Mostly because she suspected he was right. The verexi might have missed the mark when it came to the personality of their experiments, but Vengeance and the others were as close to physical perfection as she’d ever seen or heard about.
Instead of climbing down one of the trees, Vengeance bent over, grabbed the edge of the net in both hands, and somersaulted into open air. He seemed to unfold as he fell, his grip releasing as he straightened to land feet first on the ground beside her.
“Show-off.”
He turned to look down at her, grinning from ear to ear. “Tell me you were not impressed, and I will call you a liar.”
“Oh, it was impressive. Also, risky and unnecessary.”
She nudged his bag with the toe of her shoe. “I see how you intend to get in and out of our mid-air mattress. My question is. How in the hells do you think I’m getting my ass up there?”
“Easy. I will carry you.”
“Nope. No way. You’re not lugging me up into the trees like I’m cargo.”
The look he gave her made her brain turn to mush. “Say no to me again, little warrior.Please.”
She raised her chin and met his gaze. “No.”
He moved faster than she thought possible. One second he stood across from her, and the next he was behind her with one arm across her waist and the other cupping her breast through her shirt. “Now we play.”
She froze, her heart slamming against her ribs as he lowered his head and traced a path of open-mouthed kisses along the side of her neck. “You will do as I say.”
“No, I won’t.” She didn’t even pretend it wasn’t a lie, but this was the game he wanted to play, and she was all in.
“Then I will have to show you what happens when you defy me.” The arm around her waist moved until one large hand covered her mons, his fingers pressed along the seam of her pussy. “You don’t get to come until you do what you’re told.”
She bit back a moan as sparks of desire flowed over her skin. This was happening. She wanted it to happen, but she couldn’t give in to him. Not yet. Not until she knew what he wanted from her. Once he made his demand, something told her it wouldn’t be long before she gave in.
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He’d never beenthis close to losing control. It took everything he had not to tear off her clothes, bend her over a stone, and fuck her until her screams of pleasure filled the surrounding woods.
That would happen, but not yet. He wanted her to sass him, to challenge him. He liked her fire. It made him burn but without the anger that always came when he spent too much time with his clansmen. His brothers annoyed him. Loris did not.
She seemed to understand what he wanted, or maybe she wanted the same thing. She wriggled in his grip, her ass grinding against his cock as she attempted to break free of him. Not that she could. He was too strong, and she… he smiled to himself. His little warrior wasn’t trying that hard.
“You keep talking about obedience, but so far you haven’t given me any orders. You can’t punish me for something I haven’t done yet.”
“You argued when I told you I’d carry you to bed. That counts.”
She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that made his cock twitch. “Oh, sweet boy, if you think that was an argument, you are in for a surprise.”
“I. Am. No. Boy.” He growled each word, pressing against her sex with each syllable. “Insults are also grounds for punishment.”
“This game has a lot of rules. Maybe you should tell me what you want.”
He nipped the soft flesh along her throat before answering. “I want you to admit that you belong to me. That you aremine.”
“Nope. Not yours.”
“You are. And now I will prove it to you.”
