living with forced chastity all these
years, you’ve been boinking any and every woman you get the urge to?”
“Bethany—”
She jerked her leg out of his grasp and rose up to her
knees. “Don’t ‘Bethany’ me.” She pointed to her thigh. “Take it off. Now. Right
now.”
“I can’t. It was put in place with an enchantment spell
during the ritual. Even if I could, I wouldn’t.”
With a scream of frustration, she shot off the bed and ran
through the door. “If all the men in this Ilyria place are as big of assholes
as you, it’s no wonder you have to curse your women to keep them,” she yelled.
Wyc followed hard on her heels as she raced into the kitchen.
She grabbed a large carving knife out of a drawer.
“What the hell are you doing?” he yelled. With an abrupt
motion, he captured her wrist and trapped it against the counter.
“I’m cutting the damn thing out, and you’re getting out of
my apartment.” For someone wielding a large kitchen knife, her statement
sounded remarkably matter-of-fact. As if slicing into a tattoo were the most
sensible thing to do, and as if he would just turn around and walk out her door
because she said to.
He pried the knife from her hand and dropped it in the sink.
“I don’t think so.”
She kicked out at him and he backed her against the
refrigerator, effortlessly holding his body flush to hers regardless of the
struggle she put up to push him away.
“I know you’re upset about this—”
“Ya think?” She bent forward and bit him on the shoulder.
“Shit!” He jerked back, and she used the extra space to take
a swing at him. Her fist connected with the side of his head and for a second,
there were two Bethanies in front of him hissing and scratching like cornered
bobcats.
“That’s it.” Not bothering to restrain a snarl of
aggravation, he bent down and threw her over his shoulder. He ignored her
outraged protest and her nails raking over his butt and back, and hauled her
back to the bedroom to dump her unceremoniously on her ass into the pillows.
She bounced once, arms and legs flailing, before he pinned her to the bed.
Taking her arms by the wrists, he stretched them above her head and held them
pressed to the mattress.
She twisted and shoved herself against him. He let his
weight settle more firmly over her body.
“You can keep bucking underneath me like that if you want,
but I don’t think it’s having the desired effect.” He rocked his erection into
her belly. “But it is having an effect.”
Instantly, she went still and sank into the mattress.
“Bastard.”
He laughed and lowered his head to nip at the top of her
left breast. “Actually, I’m a direct heir of the royal Ilyrian line.”
“Great. That’s just fucking great. Congratulations. Now get
off me.”
He shifted, pushing apart her thighs with his knee. “We’re
not done talking. You keep interrupting.” He kissed the pulse throbbing at the
base of her neck.
“We can talk in the living room. I promise not to say a word
until you’re completely through.”
He kissed his way up to her ear and tugged on her lobe with
his teeth. “I’ve heard that before. I don’t believe you.” A shudder ran through
her body when he traced the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue.
Pressing his thigh into the juncture of her legs, he felt the warm cream of her
arousal and a sharp flare of lust shot through him.
A long conversation would soon not be an option. He was
already having difficulty concentrating on anything but devouring her delicious
body a thousand different ways. He was going to have to make this quick.
Details could wait.
He lifted his head so he could watch her face as he
explained just who and what she was and why she was forever his.
* * * * *
Bethany wanted to scream. She had just experienced the most
bone-melting sex of her life, albeit the only sex of her life not
involving batteries—but she was pretty sure that by any standards, it would
have
years, you’ve been boinking any and every woman you get the urge to?”
“Bethany—”
She jerked her leg out of his grasp and rose up to her
knees. “Don’t ‘Bethany’ me.” She pointed to her thigh. “Take it off. Now. Right
now.”
“I can’t. It was put in place with an enchantment spell
during the ritual. Even if I could, I wouldn’t.”
With a scream of frustration, she shot off the bed and ran
through the door. “If all the men in this Ilyria place are as big of assholes
as you, it’s no wonder you have to curse your women to keep them,” she yelled.
Wyc followed hard on her heels as she raced into the kitchen.
She grabbed a large carving knife out of a drawer.
“What the hell are you doing?” he yelled. With an abrupt
motion, he captured her wrist and trapped it against the counter.
“I’m cutting the damn thing out, and you’re getting out of
my apartment.” For someone wielding a large kitchen knife, her statement
sounded remarkably matter-of-fact. As if slicing into a tattoo were the most
sensible thing to do, and as if he would just turn around and walk out her door
because she said to.
He pried the knife from her hand and dropped it in the sink.
“I don’t think so.”
She kicked out at him and he backed her against the
refrigerator, effortlessly holding his body flush to hers regardless of the
struggle she put up to push him away.
“I know you’re upset about this—”
“Ya think?” She bent forward and bit him on the shoulder.
“Shit!” He jerked back, and she used the extra space to take
a swing at him. Her fist connected with the side of his head and for a second,
there were two Bethanies in front of him hissing and scratching like cornered
bobcats.
“That’s it.” Not bothering to restrain a snarl of
aggravation, he bent down and threw her over his shoulder. He ignored her
outraged protest and her nails raking over his butt and back, and hauled her
back to the bedroom to dump her unceremoniously on her ass into the pillows.
She bounced once, arms and legs flailing, before he pinned her to the bed.
Taking her arms by the wrists, he stretched them above her head and held them
pressed to the mattress.
She twisted and shoved herself against him. He let his
weight settle more firmly over her body.
“You can keep bucking underneath me like that if you want,
but I don’t think it’s having the desired effect.” He rocked his erection into
her belly. “But it is having an effect.”
Instantly, she went still and sank into the mattress.
“Bastard.”
He laughed and lowered his head to nip at the top of her
left breast. “Actually, I’m a direct heir of the royal Ilyrian line.”
“Great. That’s just fucking great. Congratulations. Now get
off me.”
He shifted, pushing apart her thighs with his knee. “We’re
not done talking. You keep interrupting.” He kissed the pulse throbbing at the
base of her neck.
“We can talk in the living room. I promise not to say a word
until you’re completely through.”
He kissed his way up to her ear and tugged on her lobe with
his teeth. “I’ve heard that before. I don’t believe you.” A shudder ran through
her body when he traced the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue.
Pressing his thigh into the juncture of her legs, he felt the warm cream of her
arousal and a sharp flare of lust shot through him.
A long conversation would soon not be an option. He was
already having difficulty concentrating on anything but devouring her delicious
body a thousand different ways. He was going to have to make this quick.
Details could wait.
He lifted his head so he could watch her face as he
explained just who and what she was and why she was forever his.
* * * * *
Bethany wanted to scream. She had just experienced the most
bone-melting sex of her life, albeit the only sex of her life not
involving batteries—but she was pretty sure that by any standards, it would
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