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“You are a human. I don’t like humans.” The words had to be forced through his dry mouth. How, in just two days, had she made that concept feel so wrong?
Her brow creased, and something flickered across her eyes. He might not like humans, but he apparently was very—very—fucking attracted to this one. She watched him for a long time. The torture of her gaze was like a hot barb to his skin, he wanted to pull away, but he couldn’t. The contact between them was so strong, it hurt.
“You like me, though?” She didn’t sound sure. She sounded innocent and sweet, and Brigg found himself nodding when all his common sense told him to say no. She might be his mate. For whatever fucked-up reason he had been fated to a human—but he didn’t need to act upon it. …But as his body continued to heat and react to her, he wondered what control he had left.
Just shoot me now… Remember, she’s your way free from this curse…
Her hand came up to his face. He stiffened. And when she chewed her lip, Briggs eyes snagged on the action. Her palm settled on his cheek and his eyes slid closed under the wonderful weight of pleasure.
“So soft…” she crooned and Brigg shuddered. Her fingers buried into his fur and touched the skin beneath. He pushed his cheek further into her wonderful touch and almost groaned. Her hand slid up a little, and moved to his neck. He opened his eyes and was shocked by the way she looked at him. There was no pity, no judgemental mocking—just intrigue and…desire?
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Her eyes twinkled in the lamplight, her damp mouth sparkled and attracted his gaze. She rolled her bottom lip in between her teeth and moved a little closer.
So confident that I won’t attack?
Fuck! He was burning up. His hand gripped the door handle until he was sure he would snap the handle off. His breathing had ceased, but his heart still beat volcanic blood all through him. Her hand slid low around the collar of his shirt. Brigg growled. The fragile leash he had over his beast was frayed. The last strings of control were seconds from snapping.
“Don’t do that, Princess,” he managed.
She looked into his eyes and, dammit, there was no fear. She stayed her hand, but didn’t remove it.
“Do you not like this, Brigg?” She creased her brow, “Because I do.” When had Cally ever sounded so sexy? She purred a quiet whisper that was so sensual, so sultry, Brigg couldn’t answer. Her blue eyes flicked over his face. He could see her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Would you like to touch me?”
Ah, Jesus! He closed his eyes as his need charged through his body. Cally didn’t move, but he heard a hitch in her breathing.
“I understand if you don’t, Brigg. I’m not one of your females.” He opened his eyes and hated the look of hurt that shone in her fast-dimming gaze. He felt her hand begin to drop away, and he reached up and held her hand to his neck. She looked startled, but she didn’t try to pull away—and for a long moment they locked eyes. Power arced between them. Heat fizzled in his veins. Everything fell away, except Cally and the hot ache in his groin.
“I want to touch you, Cally.” His voice was deep, loud in the quiet room, but even still, he heard her breathing stutter. Her cheeks flared with a little red blush and her mouth opened slightly. Did she really desire him?
“Then do it, Brigg,” she whispered.
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