“Maybe,” she snarled.
My cock twitched, straining harder against its confines.Abyss fucking take me right fucking now, because I couldn’t handle the notion of Arken trying to stake her claim like this.Yes, she had left marks on me before, but again, this was different. Impulse versus intention. I knew what it felt like. I knew what it wouldlooklike by the time she was done with me. And I was losing my fucking mind.
Fuuuck.
My head was spinning, and it sure as shit wasn’t just the gin.
“Fucking insatiable,” I growled as she started to deftly undo my belt buckle with one hand. The other remained curled against my neck, her nails biting into the flesh. “Oh, you little fuckingwhore.”
“Don’t act like you don’t want it,” she bit back.
Gods, she’s brazen tonight.
She moaned a little as I began to knead the ample flesh of her ass with both hands, and suddenly, I was far too impatient to let this continue on a fuckin’ barstool.
I slid my arms beneath her thighs so that I could push us both off the chair by my hips, keeping her legs wrapped around my waist as I stood.
“Oh,” she said, surprised by the transition that brought us face to face. “Hello.”
“Hi,” I murmured as she leaned into it, arms around my neck, fingers in my hair, resting her forehead against mine as I carried her toward the hall. She probably thought I was carrying her to bed, but I had much more immediate plans.
I bit down on her lower lip to tug it toward me, drawing her mouth against mine and sliding my eager tongue into her heat with a slow and promising fervor. Thrusting my hips forward to anchor her, I shoved Arken’s body up against the wall, crushing my thighs against hers and holding her steady.
Whimpers and mewls fell from her mouth when I broke free of our kiss, having placed myself so that my thickening length was pressed directly against the apex of her spread thighs, only a few layers of fabric between temptation and release. I onlyhad to rock my hips,juuustenough, as my mouth met her neck, and?—
“Kieran,” she cried, writhing beneath me as much as she could with my body pushing up against hers with such force. “Kier, I—Fuck.”
“What’s the matter, Ark?” I purred.
I kept moving my hips, nudging the crown of my cock against her clit, imagining just how slick and hot she must be beneath those godsdamned leggings. After groping at her tits, my hand palmed her neck, thumb splayed, holding it around her throat like a collar. I kept my grip gentle, with no pressure against her windpipe, more a caress than anything else. The gin in my system left me reckless, and I only wanted to see what it would look like.
For a moment, I wanted to imagine what it would feel like to pin this poor, pathetic, pretty little thing up against the wall by her godsdamned throat. Ark and I had played rough before; we had been flirting with the edge of our own proclivities, andfuck,I wanted so much more. I wanted her submission, craving the authority to control even the amount of breath this woman drew into her lungs.
Not tonight.
Yeah, yeah. Drunk as I was, I could keep myself in check. But I hadn’t exactly anticipated what came next. Probably should have. I’d been too wrapped up in my own fantasy to realize what I’d done, because Arken’s pupils were so wide now that I could barely see any gold.
“Harder,” she whispered, tongue rolling over her lips, coating them in a thin sheen.
I stilled. “Beg your pardon?”
“You heard me.” Arken jutted her chin upwards, flexing that sinuous length of flesh beneath my hand.Intentionally.Fucking Hel.
“Ark…” I warned, my voice dropping low. This girl was drenched in kerosene and playing with matches. Dangerous. So very dangerous.
“You know you want to,” she sang beneath her breath.
My fingers still flexed, almost instinctively. I let them tighten, just a little bit. Justbarely.A whisper of pressure against the pulse points beneath her jaw, and suddenly Arken’s lashes fluttered as she sucked in a breath. I knew that one of Arken’s most sensitive erogenous zones was her neck, as evidenced by the way she reacted and thesoundsshe made any time I put my mouth on it…
But she didn’t want to be bitten right now. She wanted to be fuckingchoked. It was clear as day, dark and dizzying behind the molten gold of her gaze.
“Harder,” she repeated.
Oh, I am so fucked.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
ARKEN