Page 40 of The Firebrand
She moaned, pushing into his touch, her desire ripening with each stroke. Soon she would beg him to drink from her while they fucked.
Rein released Braelyn from the holding spell, untying the twisted T-shirt from her wrists. He rolled to the side to unzip his pants.
Her eyelids heavy with longing, she clasped a hand around his freed cock. He thrust into her fist, her unhurried, firm strokes gliding up and down his length.
“Damn, female, you make me lose control.”
Braelyn moaned, his aroused flesh throbbing in her grip. “I want you inside me.”
As an apex predator, he had a right to Braelyn. She couldn’t stop him, but to know she desired him was an aphrodisiac. He unleashed his bludfrenzy, wanting to bury himself in the human female. Cock and fangs deep.
Rein balanced above her, probing for entry, rolling his hips forward. When he dipped his head, he licked the throbbing pulse in her neck, his teeth grazing her skin but not penetrating. It would be so easy. “You’ll get me. I’m going to fuck you until you scream. Enjoy it because soon you’ll forget.”
Braelyn’s eyes popped open. The lust in them fading, replaced by anger. She kicked, trying to scoot from beneath him. “I will not become your fuck-and-forget.”
As her struggle increased, Rein lifted his head, panting. “Fight me, Braelyn. Your game is exciting. My vampire enjoys subduing fiery prey.”
Braelyn drew up a leg, but Rein pinned it to the mattress along with the other. Her voice steady, she said, “Stop. Stop now.”
Her shoulders twisted from side to side, her breasts swaying, drawing his attention. Every muscle in her tensed as she sought to throw him off.
He growled, refusing to allow her to control him. But he paused on the edge, wanting to fuck her, knowing he should stop.
“Rein, don’t.” Her voice was louder, more demanding. “Are you listening to me?”
No. Yes.
He should listen. But his cock was moist from her juices. A slight nudge would get him inside her.
The pulse beneath his tongue pounded, but she no longer anticipated his bite. This human female brought him to the abyss where he stared into the darkness. Now she struggled, no longer desiring him. Pissed enough to fight him off. The next move was his.
Ram was right. Braelyn wasn’t safe with him.
He drew away, hovering above her on flexed biceps, his brows tight. “I’m a damn fool. Crazy when you’re near.”
He heaved off her, tucked himself in, and zipped up his pants, leaving Braelyn to grab the torn remnants of her clothing.
A real gentleman.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, obviously finding her smart-ass voice again. “I am not about to be your one-night stand after an incubus roofie followed by a mindwipe.”
“For your info, I didn’t use any incubus shit just now, though the pheromones could still be in your system. Don’t forget all the demon whiskeys. Not my idea.”
Braelyn dropped her feet to the floor, shoving off the bed.
“Where are you going?” asked Rein.
“To the sofa.”
“Stay.” With his back to her, he growled. “Go to sleep. I’ll keep my fucking hands off you.” Rein dragged fingers through his hair.
He hoped.
“I am not sleeping beside you.” Braelyn’s voice was chilly. She didn’t even sound angry, only tired.
“Yes, you are.” He whirled around. “Conversation closed. Don’t think I want you here. If Elisabeta wakes up, she could bleed you dry. So, get over yourself. Go to sleep.”
“Ooh.” Braelyn gritted her teeth. “You frustrating man. You’re enough to give me whiplash. I need something to wear. I can’t sleep naked.”
