The doors slid open.
Ren stepped through.
“You,” he growled. Displeasure rolled off him. The barbed tip of his tail hit the wall, tapping menacingly. Between the tail, the tusks, and the general air of annoyance… yeah, not good.
“I can explain,” she said, backing up slowly.
“Do not tell me your excuses.”
Ren prowled forward.
This would not end well.
Chapter 12
Emry
Their bodies slammed against the wall. Thick arms caged her in.
Ren stared down at her with a fevered intensity. His eyes burned like twin suns.
“You,” he growled.
Oh boy.
His mouth captured hers. Hard and demanding, he claimed possession of her. The tusks pressed into her lips, a strange—but not altogether unpleasant—sensation.
He pulled back, just far enough to speak, but their breath still mingled.
“Are.”
Another hard kiss.
“Impossible.”
The punishing kiss eased, drifting into teasing.
“I will keep you too intoxicated on pleasure to get into trouble,” he whispered, nibbling at her ears. He kept his voice low and rumbling, making her shiver at the sensation.
His mouth drifted down her neck as his tusks scraped against her skin. At the curve of her neck, he licked and teased the mark he left on her four years ago. His fangs pressed down but did not break the skin.
He captured her mouth again, and her treacherous body melted against him.
Emry chased after his lips when he pulled away. A cocky grin spread across his face, drawing his lips back around his tusks. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, glaring.
His grin grew broader.
“If that’s negative reinforcement, it’s not going to work the way you want,” she said.
“And what do I want, Emmarae?”
His arms were still planted on either side of her. Somehow, his tail got into the mix and brushed up and down her thigh. She could duck down and slip away, but right here, right now, felt like the place to be.
“You’re angry about the, you know, grand theft spaceship,” she guessed.
“Hmm. Those were not my words.”
“And holding you at gunpoint, um, flare point, and forcing you into a pod.”