Megans Mark (Breeds 6)

He tensed, clearing his throat as he shifted in his seat. "Are you trying to find out if I'll hear you using a vibrator, Megan?"

She lost her breath, her face flaming with mortification as her head swung around, catching the narroweyed suspicion on his face before she jerked back to stare at the track.

"No," she exclaimed, shocked. How had he known?

"Because if you are, I will tell you now: I would know. I would smell the sweet scent of your pussy as you found your release, and I would hear even the quietest vibrator. And I would be very, very displeased. I might even have to spank you. "

She swallowed tightly, certain her ass wasn't tingling in anticipation, but rather in trepidation. She glanced at his hand as it lay casually on his knee. It was broad, strong…

She shifted in her seat.

"That wasn't what I meant," she muttered. "And what business would it be of yours?"

He was going too far. He had pushed every sexual hot button she had and was now attempting to deny her a release that would allow the dissipation of the tension those buttons were causing within her body. There were lines no man should cross, and as far as Megan was concerned, that was one of them.

"I can smell your feminine heat, Megan. " His voice lowered, his words sending a flush of heat beneath her cheek.

"And I know I cause it. You need satisfaction; you can find it with me, or you can suffer with me. It's your choice. "

She narrowed her eyes as her independence flared within her.

"You don't command me, Braden. " She sniffed disdainfully. "Not now, not ever, and especially not in this. Don't force me to prove it. "

"Don't force me to lose what little control I have to not test the barriers you are throwing between us," he responded, his voice calm, warning.

"Remember the beast you're dealing with here, Megan. I'm not a man you can tempt in the ways you would others, nor am I one you can tease in this area. For both our sakes, exercise due caution unless you want to experience the consequences. "

His voice held a dark, warning rumble that sent shivers racing up her spine, and small fingers of lightning-fast sensation streaked through her nervous system.

Flattening her lips, Megan drew the Raider to a stop before engaging the parking system and turning to him slowly. He was leaning against the door, one arm lying along the armrest below, the other braced on the padded center console between them. He was relaxed but watchful, and aroused. She could feel the arousal reaching out to her.

"Being a Breed doesn't make you exempt from the normal laws of decency and privacy. " She breathed in deeply as she stared back at him.

"That's my home, Braden. My bedroom. When the door is closed, it means you are not welcome to invade that room, no matter the circumstances, barring physical danger. Don't think that just because you're bigger and more primal than I am that it changes the rules. "

"Unfortunately it does. " He growled, the hard rumble shattering the edge of calm she tried to force around herself.

"It shouldn't, and I regret the need. But I find that my control in your presence isn't what it should be. Right or wrong doesn't come into it. Using the vibrator within my hearing would be tantamount to parading naked in front of another man, Megan. Don't make that mistake unless you're willing to carry through with the invitation. "

Her chin jutted forward, anger spiking in her veins at the warning.

"No means no, Braden. "

"Don't push this, Megan. " She could feel it now, the edge of his control slipping. She drew back, jerking to attention at the awareness that he was more primal, possibly more dangerous than she had imagined he could be where she was concerned.

"Megan. " The hand that had been braced between the two seats lifted, his fingers moving for the strands of hair that had slipped from her braid. He smoothed them back as she watched him warily, her breathing

rough, ragged, as his unusual gold eyes glittered with hunger and an edge of humor. "You make me yearn for things that I'm certain I shouldn't want. Things I'm certain you don't want. I'm man enough to understand my limits here, and to make certain you understand them as well. " His fingers caressed a path of fire from her cheek to her neck.

"Knowing you are hot enough, needing me enough to attempt to find your own release may be more than the animal inside me can bear. I wouldn't take what was not given willingly, but neither would I continue to straddle the line I now walk along. I would seduce you rather than allowing you the choice of coming to me. I don't want to do that, baby. " His hand dropped from her, returning to the console.

"Don't push me to that. I wouldn't like myself much for it, and I'm certain you would come to regret it. So in the interest of maintaining both our boundaries, use caution. "

He was serious. She stared back at him with a hint of incredulity and wariness.

"Why?'" she finally whispered. "Why do you care how you get what you want?" No other man she had ever known had cared.

His lips tilted with a hint of gentleness and a sensuality that sent flares of response racing through her.