to.”
Riana stretched up on her toes, reached forward, and gripped his manacled hand. Her leather-covered chest pressed into his neck. Her chin brushed his lips.
So soft. So beautiful. God, he didn’t want to kill her.
Creed tried to jerk his hand back, but the chains held him fast. Before he could think of a way to stop her, Riana grasped his finger and tugged at his signet ring.
In absolute desperation, Creed lifted his head and crushed his mouth against hers.
Sweet, incredibly sweet.
Feminine, angry, powerful.
He could taste so much in her. He wanted to taste so much more. The hot shock of the kiss rocked him, and as she tried to pull back, Creed captured her bottom lip with his teeth and wouldn’t let her go.
5
Riana’s mind reeled.
The exquisite pleasure-pain of his bite nearly made her senses explode.
She couldn’t help but lean forward, couldn’t help but give her mouth back to Creed, and Creed really kissed her then, pushing forward, pressing his naked flesh against her body as his tongue found hers. She felt him everywhere at once, like bone-deep lightning. He tasted like salt and sex and smelled of cedar and mandarin and sweat—one-hundred-percent male, and completely human.
Riana moaned and pressed one hand against his shoulder. The other hand found his incredible erection.
Still, he kissed her. She couldn’t breathe. Didn’t want to breathe.
Dizzy, she dug her nails into his neck as people yelled at her, seemingly from thousands of miles away.
Wind buffeted her back. Heat bit at her fingers, and Creed tore his mouth away from hers, cursing.
A jet of flame receded, and a veritable tornado of wind calmed instantly. The smell of singed hair lingered in the air.
“I swear to the Goddess,” Cynda yelled. “Get the ring, Riana!”
Riana stepped back from Creed, grappling for her focus and balance. She tried to ignore the strain of her nipples against the leather of her jumpsuit. She tried to pretend she wasn’t so wet the leather chafed her thighs when she moved. This man wasn’t completely human. He was something other by his own admission—but she couldn’t convince her body of that simple truth.
His cock had felt like molten steel in her hand, and the way he had kissed her, like he wanted to drive that cock into her until she screamed…
She had almost moaned again, just at the thought.
After an hour staring at his chiseled chest, watching the way the wild locks of his hair dusted his shoulders, tracing that interesting scar on his left arm with her eyes, studying the perfection of his rock-solid thighs—and now, after that kiss—damn, that kiss! It actually hurt her to do what he asked her not to do.
Cynda started ranting again, but Riana couldn’t fault her. Cynda was right. Enough bullshit.
Riana shook her head, then clamped her teeth together. In one fast, deliberately harsh motion, she slammed herself against Creed, stood on her toes, and got hold of the ring.
It felt hot to the touch, and she could swear it was vibrating.
She pulled at the thing, but Creed pulled back. His black eyes smoldered.
Another fierce tug, and Riana slipped the ring over his knuckle and into her palm.
Instantly, the tattoo on her arm got so hot she thought it might be scalding her. She shouted and grabbed her wrist, almost dropped the signet ring, but managed to keep hold of it. Cords tore off the wind chimes and their tuned pipes clattered and smashed together. All the uncovered mirrors cracked down the center. Metal groaned and stretched, and the table started to shake.
Riana cried out, then Cynda and Merilee had hold of her, yanking her out of the circle, dragging her off the table, falling with her to the floor. When she managed to get her head up and look back at Creed, she saw that he had broken the cuffs on his wrists and the chains on his ankles. He clenched his fists. His eyes closed and his teeth clamped together, as if he was spending every fiber of his being
Riana stretched up on her toes, reached forward, and gripped his manacled hand. Her leather-covered chest pressed into his neck. Her chin brushed his lips.
So soft. So beautiful. God, he didn’t want to kill her.
Creed tried to jerk his hand back, but the chains held him fast. Before he could think of a way to stop her, Riana grasped his finger and tugged at his signet ring.
In absolute desperation, Creed lifted his head and crushed his mouth against hers.
Sweet, incredibly sweet.
Feminine, angry, powerful.
He could taste so much in her. He wanted to taste so much more. The hot shock of the kiss rocked him, and as she tried to pull back, Creed captured her bottom lip with his teeth and wouldn’t let her go.
5
Riana’s mind reeled.
The exquisite pleasure-pain of his bite nearly made her senses explode.
She couldn’t help but lean forward, couldn’t help but give her mouth back to Creed, and Creed really kissed her then, pushing forward, pressing his naked flesh against her body as his tongue found hers. She felt him everywhere at once, like bone-deep lightning. He tasted like salt and sex and smelled of cedar and mandarin and sweat—one-hundred-percent male, and completely human.
Riana moaned and pressed one hand against his shoulder. The other hand found his incredible erection.
Still, he kissed her. She couldn’t breathe. Didn’t want to breathe.
Dizzy, she dug her nails into his neck as people yelled at her, seemingly from thousands of miles away.
Wind buffeted her back. Heat bit at her fingers, and Creed tore his mouth away from hers, cursing.
A jet of flame receded, and a veritable tornado of wind calmed instantly. The smell of singed hair lingered in the air.
“I swear to the Goddess,” Cynda yelled. “Get the ring, Riana!”
Riana stepped back from Creed, grappling for her focus and balance. She tried to ignore the strain of her nipples against the leather of her jumpsuit. She tried to pretend she wasn’t so wet the leather chafed her thighs when she moved. This man wasn’t completely human. He was something other by his own admission—but she couldn’t convince her body of that simple truth.
His cock had felt like molten steel in her hand, and the way he had kissed her, like he wanted to drive that cock into her until she screamed…
She had almost moaned again, just at the thought.
After an hour staring at his chiseled chest, watching the way the wild locks of his hair dusted his shoulders, tracing that interesting scar on his left arm with her eyes, studying the perfection of his rock-solid thighs—and now, after that kiss—damn, that kiss! It actually hurt her to do what he asked her not to do.
Cynda started ranting again, but Riana couldn’t fault her. Cynda was right. Enough bullshit.
Riana shook her head, then clamped her teeth together. In one fast, deliberately harsh motion, she slammed herself against Creed, stood on her toes, and got hold of the ring.
It felt hot to the touch, and she could swear it was vibrating.
She pulled at the thing, but Creed pulled back. His black eyes smoldered.
Another fierce tug, and Riana slipped the ring over his knuckle and into her palm.
Instantly, the tattoo on her arm got so hot she thought it might be scalding her. She shouted and grabbed her wrist, almost dropped the signet ring, but managed to keep hold of it. Cords tore off the wind chimes and their tuned pipes clattered and smashed together. All the uncovered mirrors cracked down the center. Metal groaned and stretched, and the table started to shake.
Riana cried out, then Cynda and Merilee had hold of her, yanking her out of the circle, dragging her off the table, falling with her to the floor. When she managed to get her head up and look back at Creed, she saw that he had broken the cuffs on his wrists and the chains on his ankles. He clenched his fists. His eyes closed and his teeth clamped together, as if he was spending every fiber of his being
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