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Tobias
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“BROTHER?” HITCHCOCK offered his help with the single word.
In answer to his twin, Tobias lifted his hand in a stop motion, letting him know he could handle her. Silence fell among the group and he could feel their stares.
“Have you ever killed a woman before, baby dragon?” She relaxed into him, running her nose along his, while their gazes remained interlocked.
Asherah smelled like desire and a huge mistake. His dragon wanted her, to mark her with his fiery breath in the time old tradition of mating.
Christ.
She was everything he feared and hoped for. The very status Hitchcock had worried about and asked him about when he questioned if his vibe was right.
“My name is Tobias. Use it.” For some reason he wanted to hear his name on her tongue.
As she caressed his chest with a flirty drag of her breasts, she bit her bottom lip. The friction of their clothing intensified the stroke and he craved more, flesh against flesh would suit his desires.
“Have you killed a woman before? Have you... Tobias?” She moaned against his mouth like his name on her tongue affected her intimately. To his ears it come across as a breathy whimper. His cock throbbed as if to draw her attention.
“No,” Tobias admitted.
After grabbing his wrists, she pulled them off the arms of the chair and wrapped them around her neck. “Squeeze. Show me you have the balls to choke me.”
“No.”
“As I suspected, you’re the coward I thought you were.”
Using one of his hands, he applied pressure. She smiled like a godsdamn lunatic. Why’d that make him fucking hot?
Holding his eyes, she gasped against the force of his fingers, but her grin never wavered. Just as her eyelids drooped and her breathing halted, he released his grip on her neck and she panted for air.
Tobias wrapped one arm around her lower back and stood with her in his grasp. He knocked everything off the table with a swipe of his other arm. Plates and silverware hit the floor, shattering and pinging. All of his family jumped to their feet.
“Get out,” he snarled as he set her on the table.
“Tobias,” Dom’s voice held a warning.
He grit his teeth. “Out.”
His men shuffled out the door as he clenched her hair with his free hand. Tobias yanked her head back and positioned her on the table. Her breasts rose and fell beneath the thin fabric of her yellow tank top, nipples rigid, cresting against the cotton and attesting to the lack of a bra.
At the door, his brother halted and asked, “She your mate?”
Tobias didn’t trust himself to speak or to even look at his brother, so he closed his eyes and shook his head. His dragon roared yes, while his man prayed for the gods to alter his fate.
The moment he heard his brother sigh and exit the room, he asked, “You want me to fuck you, Asherah?”
“If you don’t lick it, you don’t get it, Tobias.” At that, he dragged in a harsh breath. “Get me off in under five and I’ll—”
He kissed her to shut her the hell up, driving his tongue into her mouth. After a long moment, he lifted his head to stare into her yellow-green eyes. Her lips were swollen and red from his kisses, her cheeks flushed with desire.
Drawing her arms out to either side of the table, he lifted his chest off her. The skirt bunched about her pelvis and he used the backs of his fingers to flick the hem upward and away from her crotch. Using his other arm, he dragged his palm down her leg, the softness of her skin a startling contrast to his calloused palms. He caught the back of her knee and hooked her calf around his hip.
Her clit and pussy lips pressed against the flimsy white lace of her panties. Fuck, that was a beautiful view. Seraphine deserved a thank you card for the frilly underthings.
Tobias rocked his jean-clad hard-on against her core, taking special care to hit her swollen clitoris. Moaning, she rolled her hips to meet his dry thrusts. Head curving back and against the wooden table, she moved her arms and threaded her fingers through her hair.
Despite the indifference she’d attempted to pretend, she wanted him physically. Maybe as much as he craved shoving inside her.
Grabbing her hip with a hand, he drew her tight against his pelvis, hitting her special spot over and over again with his cock, her breasts bobbing beneath the T-shirt as if he truly fucked her. Her gasps of enjoyment painted the room as he shoved her shirt up.
Godsdamn, her tits are amazing.
Large areolas a deep pink that complemented her endowed breasts. The nipples were crinkled tight from her desire and that meant he had to sample them.
As he fucked her through her clothes, he maintained his hold on her hip as he leaned over and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her cries increased, becoming louder, more heated, buzzing his skin and he became harder. Increasing the friction between them, he rubbed his dick over her clit faster and sucked as much of her mound into his mouth as he could. A moist popping sound rent the air when he released it and moved to the other breast.
Her fingers clenched in his hair, gripping him tight, as the nails of her other hand curled into the back of his neck. “I need to feel you inside me.”
“No.”
Asherah wrapped both legs around his hips and issued a hard frustrated yank on his hair. Her breath sawed from her lungs. “Damnit, yes.”
He pinched a nipple while biting the other one. She cried out and rocked quicker against him. Something told Tobias if he gave her what she wanted, everything would change between them. He wasn’t sure he wanted that. Not yet, not when he barely knew her, or what he’d do with her when he found his would-be killer.
Tobias lifted his head to watch her. Her cheeks were rosy, and pleasure softened her features. Eyes droopy and half open, she returned his stare. Strange how even in sex she wore a resting bitch face.
“Tobias, please, I need to feel you inside me.”
His name on her tongue... gods please help me resist.
Control flimsy, he distrusted his voice, so he shook his head. Asherah whimpered, but in a matter of seconds, her legs tightened around him and she came, the moisture of her release drenched her panties.
Tobias rested his palms on either side of her head and waited for her to return to reality. He hadn’t found his own relief, but hers satisfied him. The way her climax crested like a prickle along his skin, a physical reaction he’d never experienced with another, let him know she was his one and only mate like he and Hitchcock had predicted.
His life was complicated enough without adding the legendary assassin to it.
Godsdamn the fates to hell!
Tobias jerked away from her, pleased he hadn’t come like an adolescent in his jeans.
Recognition finally flared in her eyes and she flattened her palms on his chest, pushing him back as she sat up. He couldn’t see any regret on her features and that agitated him. It’d help soothe his emotions if she doubted their actions.
“I can’t wait to tell everyone I made the legendary assassin beg for my dick, but I wouldn’t give it to her.” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.
Zero reaction from Asherah. Would she have responded differently to words of kindness? Were insults all she knew? Or did she not feel any emotion?
Of all his theories, that last two bothered him the most.
She cupped his cheek and dragged her thumb along his bottom lip, almost a loving gesture. Damn sure not the reaction he’d have expected, but he leaned into her touch, cherishing the feel of her hand against him.
“Good insult, baby dragon. You make me proud.”
A touch of sadness creased the corners of her eyes when she lifted her gaze to his. Her fingertips trailed down his neck, along the center of his chest, and fell away from him altogether when they hit the waistband of his pants. Without another word, Asherah pushed off the table and walked out of the room with her shoulders straight and head held high, just like she had entered it. Only this time, he suspected she didn’t feel the same level of confidence walking out that she had when entering.
And that was because of me.