Page 37 of Cold-Blooded Creatures

Gedeon’s order dissolved the haze I had lost myself in. But my irritation melted into delight at his wide stance, hands flexing at his sides.

So Iwastaunting him to his limit.

I was set on playing one game match after another—until he cracked.

He might pretend not to want me to take this any further, but I was going down this road one way or another. I had no patience left anymore. She’d been here a night and a day, unconscious most of the time, but she’d set up a permanent residence in my mind since I’d discovered her in the forest, and having her here now… The possibility of a dangerous game with them as my pawns unfurled before my eyes.

“Let me go, you asshole.” She pushed at my chest. “I am not a toy you can use and discard.”

A toy? Gods, I’d love that. Was there a way I could ensure she gifted herself to me? Of course, with no clothing, only a ribbon of blood drawn on her arguably perfect breasts that I could lick off while she writhed under me.

Wriggling in my hold, she sneered, “Are you hard? I’m not getting you off, you lunatic.”

“Nobody implied I’d be the one getting off.” Final grunts filled the vast space behind us as I turned us away from the show to face Gedeon. You couldn’t miss the way his jeans stretched across his hips. “Would you like us to share you like they did?”

So far, we’d never fucked someone at the same time, but sharing them between us? She wouldn’t be the first. Only neither of us were ordinarily into relationships, so this situation was becoming…extrainteresting.

“Obviously, no.” Tugging her wrist free of my grasp, she stumbled away, crossing her arms. The movement stretched the fabric of her t-shirt, framing her breasts, and her pebbled nipples stood out in the thin material. “Jerks.”

“Come back when you realize how hungry you are.” Gedeon moved toward the doorway lacking an actual door.

“I’m not eating your food. You can’t possibly think you can buy me with that,” she puffed out, each syllable leaking disdain.

“It’s not drugged.” He paused, and the satisfied tilt of his lips came back to the surface. “And I was not talking only about dinner.”

Her mouth popped open. A second later, she straightened up, and her eyes narrowed so slightly you’d miss it if you weren’t standing right beside her. “I’d rather fuck everyone back at the dinner table. You’re too”—her top lip curled—“boring for me. If your cock is as your fingers, then I’d probably fall asleep while you tried to grind out your meager release all over me.”

She had some sharp fangs behind that luscious tongue of hers.

Oh, how I wanted those fangs turned on me.

Sunk deep into my flesh.

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GEDEON

Using the wall to steady himself, Zion bellowed with laughter.

I had a hard time remembering the last time he had laughed like that. Freely, and without restraint. The sound was intoxicating.

I marched right up to her, but not the faintest flinch betrayed her true feelings. She was on the taller side and something about her having to tip her head only slightly to face me was incredibly attractive.

“Get your beautiful ass back to the dining room, Kali.” I twisted a strand of her dark and messy waves, and she cocked her head to the side without me having to tug. As if she knew what I was about to do.

It made my knees weak.

“Or what?”

Tingles her challenge elicited crawled down my abdomen.

“Or I will make you come on my fingers you loathe so much. Again and again. Until you beg me to stop. Only you should know I will not.” Invading her personal space, I cradled her head as she was forced to arch it for her nose to avoid connecting with my chin. “Do you wish to become my meal for tonight? Everyoneback at the table missed the show the trio had so gracefully provided for us from the couch, but I am sure we could come up with our own version. For example, we could splay you out on the table and hold you spread wide open while we play with you.”

She sputtered, no retort at the ready.

From the way she had come in the forest, how she had clutched my jacket when I had bitten her shoulder and neck juncture, how she had arched her back when I had twisted her nipple, how her whimpers had grown incoherent when I had roughly pressed my fingers inside her, I knew pain did it for her.

The more unrelenting I was, the more her pussy had clenched until she had so beautifully tensed up in a soundless gasp.