Page 51 of Blood Oath
I catch a hint of her mouthwatering scent—that soft, floral nighttime aroma that instantly makes me harder than godsdamn steel. I inhale sharply, trying to get another hit of her delicious fragrance…and I realize there’s a note of arousal.
Fuck.
My mate is turned on right now.
“You have no idea how bad,” she whispers.
Only it sounds a hell of a lot like you have no idea how bad I want you.
Lust crashes through me, along with a need to please my mate so fierce that it’s dizzying.
“Use me,” I growl. “You said you’re frustrated, so use me. And before you argue,” I cut in just as she opens her pretty little mouth. “I can smell that you’re wet right now. Don’t deny it.”
My cock feels like it’s trying to bust straight through the zipper of my pants. I don’t hide how turned on I am when I reach down to finally adjust my throbbing erection, and heat licks down my spine when Maven’s eyes follow the movement.
“However you want, wherever you want. Just use me. I’ll be your free-use fuck toy, totally at your service,” I add with a grin.
I meant it teasingly, but her eyes flash, and the scent of her arousal grows stronger. It’s almost enough to bring me to my knees.
“Gods, Maven,” I whisper. “Be honest. You like the idea of me totally at your service, don’t you? Is that what you want? Fuck, baby, you can do anything you want to me. I’ll be good. Just say the words.”
My mate shocks the ever-loving hell out of me when she hesitates and then whispers, “I have one rule.”
I can barely think through how excited I am—and godsdamn it, if I’m this keyed up from so little, what would it be like to get completely lost in her?
“Anything,” I promise.
“I can touch you, but you are not to touch me.”
My heart thunders in my chest, mouth dry as I nod in agreement.
Something in Maven’s demeanor shifts, like a layer peeling away and leaving her almost…vulnerable. Uncertainty radiates from her as she reaches out her hand slowly, and I exhale hard when her bare fingertips graze up the center of my chest, drifting until she places her palm flat over my heart. I’m surprised it’s not echoing in this narrow passage because it sure feels like it’s trying to slam its way out of my chest.
Shit, I think I might explode.
I watch her micro-expressions closely, and it’s like the second she can feel my heartbeat, a tiny bit of her wariness fades—but I can tell this is still difficult for her. I want to know why, but I’m already pushing her boundaries, and asking more questions will drive her away.
She swallows and meets my eye. “How far is the quintet apartment?”
Oh, my gods. She wants a bed.
“Follow me,” I manage.
Less than five minutes later, after taking all the back passageways I could think of to get her to our shared apartment without anyone seeing my mate looking so godsdamned edible, I shut the front door behind us, my mouth watering as her sweet scent perfumes the space we’ll share together.
Maven pauses, eyeing the luxurious apartment. “This is excessive.”
“Silas has spoiled-ass tastes. He’s almost as bad as Everett with that shit,” I shrug. “But anything you want to be changed before you move in, I’ll absolutely?—“
“I’m not moving in. And if you say one more word about it, I’ll leave.”
I clamp my mouth shut, even though I’m tempted to smile when she wrinkles her nose slightly at the massive home theater room as we pass it on the way down a hallway. Seemingly without intending to, she steps into the central room at the end of the hall, the biggest and most opulent. When she sees the overly massive bed in the center of the bedroom, she arches a brow.
“Is this where your egos sleep?”
“Your bed,” I correct with a smirk. “Big enough for all of us so we don’t have to fight to the death for who gets you each night.”
I know I didn’t just imagine her squeezing her thighs together. But she turns to me with that same semi-vulnerable, curious heat in her eyes.
