He’s as feral as he is determined.
Exactly like I begged him to be, in so many words.
“Alaric.” When he presses the heel of his hand to my clit, I’m gone. My muscles strain. Heat surges through me. “I—I,fuck.”
“Not yet.”
This vicious, horrible man removes his hand from my clit, leaving only the tips of his fingers circling my entrance.
“Why?” My bones never ache when I touch myself. They do now. “Why?”
He wraps his fingers around my neck and drags my face toward him at the same time he lowers his.
Only this time, it isn’t a soft, testing kiss.
After he coaxes my lips to part, his tongue wages a warwith mine.
It’s good. So good.
But every time I try to get more of his fingers, he takes his hand away.
I scowl, my lips moving along his swollen, wet ones. “You’re mean.”
“And you’re a beautiful, stubborn girl.” He tears himself off me, leaving me breathless against the wall.
“What did I do?” I’m panting, hurting from being so damn empty.
“Nothing.”
“Then?”
He raises his hand to his mouth. “I told you I was after this particular secret.”
Watching him suck his fingers clean is both vile and beautiful. He makes a low sound in the back of his throat, then pops them out.
“And since you won’t let me have the rest of your secrets yet”—he adjusts the thick bulge in his scrubs, the only sign that he’s as on edge as I am—“I’ll force them out of you by denying you this orgasm you so desperately need.”
“No. Please.” Despite the ache between my legs, an overwhelming thrill shoots through me seeing how curious he is. “Dr. Lockwood. Touch me.”
“Remember, you’re the one who asked for it.”
His fingers are back inside me, and it’s unbearable. The soft strokes are pure agony.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because you don’t get to come.”
I squirm, grinding my teeth. “Why not?”
“I’ve been clear about the rules, Lilith. I need you to tell me who you are.”
He teases me by removing his fingers, then sliding one of them back up to the first knuckle before pulling out.
“What’s your last name?”
“No.”
“When and where have we met?”