Page 39 of The Firebrand
“Well, put another spell on her. I’m not sleeping with you.”
She carried her plate to the kitchen after picking up the fallen stool. Braelyn eyeballed the sink. Then the counter.Sink it is.She figured Rein would de-blood her if she made the wrong choice.Neat freak.
“Spells don’t affect family on a cellular level.” He cleaned up his mess on the counter.
“I’m cock-blocked, though. You said nobody could harm me. I’ll wash. You dry.” After running soapy dishwater into the sink, she snagged the skillet from the stove.
Rein retrieved a clean, folded dishtowel from a drawer. “I can slip through since it’s my spell. That means it’s possible Elisabeta can.”
After a rinse, she handed off the iron skillet to the hot kidnapper, who maintained a tough-guy look even while he dried dishes. “I will not sleep in a bed with you. You’re too … too…” Braelyn held up dripping hands, spreading them wide. “You’re just … bigger than life.”
Visions of resting on Rein’s bare chest, her leg thrown over his naked thighs, sent waves of heat rippling through her, making her instantly wet. And not from the dishwater.
Wiping her palms on the towel, she paused, hazel eyes narrowing. “Is this a ploy to have sex with me?”
Braelyn tapped a foot while Rein roared with laughter.
When he stopped for a breath, he stifled a few coughs, hand to mouth. “I don’t need a ploy.”
“You’re an arrogant bastard.”
“Arrogance is for fools. I know what I can do.”
Braelyn rolled her eyes, sputtering. “Does this approach generally work?”
“Which one?”
“The I’m-so-hot-women-just-fall-on-my-dick attitude.”
“I think I heard ‘Oh, yes, please. I need you now’ while my tongue slid down your throat and your pussy teased my cock. I forgot. Your fingers were also on my zipper about to deliver a hand job.”
Braelyn’s cheeks warmed. “That’s vulgar. Crass. You used your incubus woo-woo on me. Without the sex magic and too many drinks, you don’t appeal to me. Never will.”
Lie.
The truth was, Rein was a puppet master who pulled her hormone strings. She didn’t like how her body responded to him.
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Rein knew Braelyn had made a mistake. And he reacted.
Neverchallenge a vampire.
“Vulgar. Crass? You have no idea. Tell me again how I don’t appeal to you.” He smelled her desire. She couldn’t lie to him. A rumble tore out of Rein’s chest. In a blink, he scooped Braelyn up, flashing them into another room. He threw her onto a bed, and as he shoved her thighs apart, he crawled between them.
Grabbing the neckline of her T-shirt, he ripped it off, looping it around her wrists. With a flick of his fingers, he trapped her bound arms above her with a spell. Sliding a hand under her bra, he tore it away.
A hiss escaped his lips. “Beautiful.” He cupped her breasts, kneading them, squeezing, caressing the sensitive flesh.
Braelyn’s voice was a whisper. “Rein.”
Angling closer, he pinched her nipples between a thumb and forefinger. She moaned when he flicked a tongue across the nub of one until it was a hard bud. Wrapping his mouth around it, he sucked, nipping but careful not to break skin.
When he lifted eyes to gaze on the feast stretched out before him, his fangs extended.
He bent again, trailing kisses between her breasts, his lips traveling down her belly, his sharp teeth dragging across her flesh. Leashing his desire to bite, he teased fingers into the waistband of her sweats.
Though Braelyn tried to assist by lifting her hips, Rein, in a hurry, ripped them and the panties off her legs. He spread her bare thighs further apart to drag a finger through the hot moisture pooling between the lips of her sex.
