“Beg. Beg for it and maybe I’ll let you come.” His words are harsh, his tone mocking.
I bare my teeth at him, hating that he has this power over me. I shake my head, refusing to voice the words he’s asking for. I need to come but not like this. I know this game and I refuse to submit.
His eyes narrow, a tick forming in his jaw as a silver sheen rolls over his eyes. His wolf making an appearance.
He slows his thrusts once again. “Beg, baby girl.” He nuzzles my neck, nips my jaw. “Give me what I want. Submit or I’ll leave you wanting.”
“No.” I force the word past my lips despite my wolf’s protest.
Something deep inside makes me rebel against his command. To show him he isn’t the only one in control here. I know he wants me. This. Whatever it is. Just as much as I do. I can feel his need. He’s shaking with it.
With a snarl he slams his mouth to mine, our lips meeting in a furious kiss of tongue and teeth before he bites my bottom lip hard enough to make me bleed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I open my mouth to smart off but before I can speak a single word, he flips our position until I’m on top of him, forcing me to ride his cock. For a split second, I’m relieved. I can set the pace I want, and I do. I grind my hips against his pelvis and he thrusts up into me, driving himself deeper until, in three harsh strokes, he’s shuddering beneath me. I curse, knowing he came and not being able to do a damn thing to stop it. I grind up and down on his now softening dick and he folds his arms up behind his head to watch the show. But nothing is going to happen because his dick is getting soft and dammit, I still haven’t come.
Fury thrums through me. I tighten my jaw and dig my fingernails into his chest as I push myself off him.
He almost manages to hide his flinch. “Should have begged for it,” he says.
“You’re an ass.”
“Never pretended not to be,” he calls to my back as I gather my clothes to get dressed.Un-fucking-believable.
“Oh, and by the way, Liu came looking for you this morning.” I pause but before I can ask what he said, he continues, “Don’t worry though. I told him I tookreal goodcare of you.”
* * *
Jordy offersme a breakfast burrito as I head out the door, but I decline, not the least bit hungry. I haven’t been eating much since Mom died. I know I need to. My stomach is all but eating itself. But after what just happened with Rafael, I have absolutely zero appetite. I’m fuming over the fact he took his pleasure and then denied me mine. Who the hell does he think he is?Stupid wolf!
I go searching for Zheng, uncertain of what sort of reception I’ll get. I can’t believe Rafael said that.
Asshole.
I march across the clearing, pissed at myself for allowing Rafael to get under my skin and determined to smooth things over with Zheng in person. I can’t afford to screw up one of the few friendships I have in this town.
I find him easy enough. He’s sitting on the back of someone’s tailgate, drinking a beer, and joking with a group of guys similarly dressed. A few are shifters but a few definitely aren’t. Two have eerily pale skin. If it weren’t for the sun shining and their violet-colored eyes, I’d think they were vampires. But that can’t be right, so if I had to guess, I’d say they were fae, though I have no idea what kind.
When he spots me walking toward him, he sets down his beer and leans back against the bed of the truck. I can’t see his eyes masked behind a pair of blue mirrored glasses, but I can tell by the downward curve of his lip that I’m not going to get a warm reception.
“Hey,” I say and offer a small wave.Really Isa? A wave?Because that wasn’t awkward.
“Hey.”
I stand there, shifting from one foot to the other. He doesn’t say anything else and the other three guys with him are now staring at me like I’ve grown three heads while wearing a tutu.
“Can we talk?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Sure. Talk.”
Okay then. I guess I should have expected that. I lick my lips, wishing I could see his eyes, gauge just how mad he is with me right now.
“Zheng,” I drag out his name.
He huffs out an exasperated sigh. “Whatever. Fine.” Jumping down from the tailgate he stalks toward his cabin and stops just in front of the porch to lean against the railing. “What can I do for you?” He waves his beer with an over exaggerated flourish.
“You don’t have to be a jerk,” I mutter, folding my arms across my chest.
He’s silent for a beat and I realize he’s not going to say anything. Awesome. Now it’s my turn to sigh. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for bailing on you last night. I saw that girl on your lap by the fire and figured you’d want the room to yourself.” I shrug and do my best to adopt an apologetic look. “I wasn’t trying to ghost you.”