Bitten Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 3)
There’s no control.
She’s my trigger, my switch, and my fucking detonation button all in one small, feisty package.
Tugging her head back by her hair, I brush my lips against hers, teasing her. Toying with her.
“Fight me,” I whisper, using my other hand to grip her hip and grind myself against her.
“Make me,” she whispers back.
My lips crush against hers, and she moans into my mouth as her fingers thread through my hair. The leg I’m holding slides up my waist, and I push her into the tree even more, claiming her mouth the way I feel like claiming the rest of her body.
Suddenly I’m falling backwards, and a small pain radiates from my side as I catch myself. Leah is smirking, seeming pleased with her sucker punch to my side as she struts a little more.
“You look like a wet dream right now,” I point out, narrowing my eyes at her. “That’s hardly intimidating.”
“It’s easier to draw your prey in than to have to chase them,” she reminds me, essentially throwing some of our own words back at me after the many times she’s pointed out the way we look.
My lips twitch, and I straighten my back, preparing to catch her off guard. I can feel the eyes on us, watching us as we play this fucked up game of ours.
“You spend too much time seducing, leaving yourself open to attack,” I say, acting as though I’m teaching her.
No fucking way am I ever letting her fight someone again. Not for real.
“Oh?” she muses, running a hand through her hair as her eyes heat with lust, promising me she’s all mine if I take her. But I’ll have to take her, because she’s not coming willingly.
She wants to be taken.
She wants me to be the predator.
She’s seriously crazy.
But it’s not like anything worse can happen. Already I’ve done the unthinkable, and now there’s nothing left to do but to own it. Own her.
I launch myself at her, grabbing her at the waist, but her knee comes up, slamming into my side and knocking me off her. She has the advantage, since I refuse to actually strike her.
Her eyes move down my bare chest, sliding down to where my jeans are unbuttoned, and her bottom lip folds between her teeth.
The second her gaze doesn’t move back up, I attack again, and this time I tackle her to the ground, pinning her arms above her head while using the rest of my body to hold her down, anchoring her in place.
Her half-ass struggles tell me she’s ready to be caught, and I kiss her hard, fucking her mouth with my tongue as she arches into me instead of trying to push away.
Her hands go from fighting my grip to curling, pressing her nails into her palms, while I keep her wrists restrained. Her sexy moans and pants fall into my mouth, and I drink them down like I can’t get enough.
I’m the worst thing for her, but she’s the best fucking thing to ever happen to me.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Drackus—the fuck?—says, startling both of us as we look up and see him looming nearby with an amused expression, “but we have a problem.”
I groan as Leah rolls out from under me and stands up on shaky legs. As I climb to my feet, I mutter, “Always a fucking problem.”
Chapter 27
ZEE
“The anointed group attacked an underground fight facility. Only five fey were killed. The rest were human,” Drackus announces, and everyone goes still.
“Why would they go there?” I ask, confused.
“Because there’s blood, so obviously bloodsuckers go there,” Chaz mutters. “Stupid fucks. I told them to shut down until we had the anointed group isolated or gone.”