Of Fae and Hate

“It’s not a lie,” I grit out, trying to ignore the tingles moving up my arm.

Things would be so much better if he just got his ass out.

“Of course not,” he mutters as he sits up.

I think he’s going to leave and relief moves through me. But then he’s pressing his warm, solid body right up against mine. His chest is pressed against my arm and I can feel the thump of his heartbeat against it. He props his chin up on my shoulder, blowing out a long breath.

Pinpricks dance along the side of my neck as his breath continues to sweep over my flesh.

I go stiff, not wanting to respond, but already I can feel my dick growing hard in anticipation.

“You know you can’t lie to me, Foxy,” he says, digging his chin into my shoulder.

I hiss, trying to push him away but not giving it much effort.

He doesn’t budge anyway.

“Just like when we first met and you tried to act like you weren’t interested.” It’s his favorite thing to bring up, the fact that I’ve been affected by him since the first moment we met.

His chin leaves my shoulder and he moves forward, his lips brushing over my neck.

I bite down on my lip hard.

His tongue trails along my skin and my eyes flutter close for the briefest moment before I force them back open.

That evil little laugh leaves his lips again and I know I’m done for.

“I told you I could feel when you need me, Fox, so don’t try to fight it.” He keeps his voice low as his tongue continues to explore the skin of my neck.

His teeth bite down, nipping me.

My dick is as hard as rock.

He pulls away and I turn to look at him. He peers at me from under his lashes, trying to appear innocent.

Brynsyn hasn’t been innocent since the day he was born.

“So come climb on my lap and let me take care of you.”