Page 22 of Midnight of Ashes
“Yellow.”
Cillian’s eyes sparked and swirled. “And right now?”
“Green.” The sound was part word, part breath. But it was all Cillian needed.
He stalked toward me, unsheathing the claws on his right hand. I sucked in a breath but didn’t say a word. In one fluid motion, he shredded the tank top I’d changed into after my shower. It fell to the floor in a flutter of fabric.
“Kind of wasteful, Cill,” I muttered.
His eyes narrowed. “Talking back, Little Flame? Do you need a punishment?”
My core clenched, wetness and heat pooling between my legs.
“You like that. You might just be perfect.” Cillian unsheathed the claws on his left hand, too. He swiped both hands down the sides of my sweatpants. They fell to the floor, too.
“I really liked those.”
Cillian’s lips twitched. “I’ll buy you another pair.”
He rose, stepping in close and cupping me between my legs. The only thing between us was the lace of my thong.
A low, rumbling growl left his chest. “Soaked.” His gaze swept over my face. “Aching?”
My throat worked as I swallowed. “Yes.”
A devious smile spread across Cillian’s face. “Can you be a good girl and stay very still?”
My heart hammered against my ribs as my breaths came faster. I nodded.
He gripped me harder. “Words.”
“Yes.”
The grin was back, but then his hand was gone. His fingers twisted in the side of my thong, and he tore it clean off my body.
Cillian took a step back, his gaze running over my naked form. “You always walk around the house with no bra?”
My nipples pebbled under his focus. “Um, when I’m not going anywhere.”
Cillian ran a finger under his lower lip as he took me in. “Good to know.”
He moved toward me then, that panther-like grace in full effect. I gulped as he dropped to his knees. “Let’s see how still you can stay.”
Oh, hell.
Cillian’s fingers trailed up the inside of my leg. “If you stay still, I’ll let you come. If you don’t, I’ll take you over my knee.”
A whimper left my lips.
Cillian’s gaze jerked to my face. “Would you like that, Little Flame? Me spanking you until your ass turns a delicious shade of pink?”
More wetness pooled at the apex of my thighs. I tried to press them together, but Cillian’s palm came down on my inner thigh.
“Still,” he commanded, that alpha authority bleeding into his voice. “Don’t hide from me.”
Cillian widened my stance, my center on display for him. “Glistening. Beautiful.” He looked up at me as my face flamed. “This is nothing to be embarrassed about, Hayden. It just shows me how much you want this. Want me.”
I nodded slowly.
