Page 8 of Dance of Defiance
His languid, casual pulse beating against my jangling, galloping one.
“You’ve gotgorgeouseyes, by the way,” Val murmurs.
My chest seizes up.
“Gunmetal gray, with flecks of gold,” he adds, his brow furrowing as he looks deeply into my eyes, barely five inches from his own.
The air hums around me. Heat from his body radiates into mine. I swallow when one of his fingers casually strokes the pulse point on my wrist.
Then I feel something else.
Something hot.
Something throbbing.
Something…big.
The realization slams over me like a bucket of ice water, sucking the air from my lungs as the voices inside me come screaming to the surface and snarling in my ears.
You have a sickness. A corruption. Something that needs to be cut out of you…
He’s…hard.
Fucking hell.
I tense as Val’s eyes pierce mine. Wildness flickers in them, and I feel his body flatten even more against me. I bite back a groan, feeling his muscles coil. And when I feel the thing I refuse to acknowledge press against me, the zapping sensation starts to go haywire.
Adrenaline explodes through my system. Every muscle in my body tenses and clenches, and I bite down hard enough on my lip that I taste copper when he starts tomoveagainst me. And then?—
No.
NO.
It’s just raw sensation. It’s…biology. Pure animal instinct.
…That’show I explain to myself—ortryto—why my dick is rapidly filling with blood and swelling to thickness inside my too-tight pants.
Againsthim.
“Val—”
“Well, well, well,” he murmurs in a dark, masculine, sultry tone that sends shivers rippling down the back of my neck. “Now what exactly isthatbig, thick fucking?—”
“I’m notgay!”
My strength comes back to me as I blurt the words. With a grunt, I somehow shove him off and roll us both over, disentangling myself from his grip on my wrists and still refusing to acknowledge that my cock isrockfucking hard and twitching against his through our pants as we grapple together on the floor.
What the fucking fuck…
Without thinking, I wind up and hit him, making him grunt as I catch him across the jaw. I shove back, scrambling up and half tripping over my feet until my back hits the wall behind him.
Val grimaces and shoves himself to his feet against the wall opposite me. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, frowning at the streak of red that comes away. He spits blood onto the ground before slowly looking up at me.
That unhinged, slightly manic grin is back as he glares at me.
“That wasn’t very fucking nice, Roman,” he grunts.
“I—” I swallow. “Sorry,” I mutter. “But I’mnotfucking gay.”
