Page 79 of Obsidian and Frost

I lifted a shoulder. “It’s better you’re doing that and in spurts, rather than letting it all bottle up to a full-on decimating implosion, as I’m aware you’ve done before.”

“I… yeah, I guess that’s better.” He looked unsure, not quite knowing what to make of my comments. That was to be expected—at least for now.

And then a sly little look filled his eyes. “What about thatdecimating implosionthat clearly benefitted us both last time?”

I smirked. “Get those clothes off.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Like that, is it?”

“I meant, get out of those bloodied and dirtied clothes from you doing a four-opponent back-to-back bout in Graverun, then take a shower and change so we can get dinner like we originally planned.” Before onebrief fighthad turned into him needing four.

“Sure,” he said, with a challenging glint in his eyes that I didn’t miss for a moment.

And then he was unfastening his tactical vest.

I grimaced as he tossed the bloodied and dirtied thing on the bed.Lovely.

He held my gaze purposely as he moved to the belt of his tactical pants.

Popping the fly, he then very slowly drew down the zipper, his hard cock not escaping my notice either.

He was certainly bolder than he had been that first time we’d spent together.

So I let him have his fun as I stood there, arms folded and leaning against the bathroom door, watching the show and my cock twitching at the sight, especially as he stilled with his pants and then literally ripped through his tee with his claws and tore it from his body.

He retracted them once he’d tossed it over by the door, but then he smirked at me and dropped his fangs.

Now he was taking things a predatory route, pushing it, trying to pushme.

He was biting off more than he could chew, clearly counting on my extreme control.

Well, even I could only take so much.

I bolted forward and wrapped my hand around his throat, jerking him to me, as I growled at his ear, “Bathroom.Now.”

“You know you can’t actually choke a wolf-vampire hybrid, right?” he spoke against my restrictive hold.

“Wrong, youngling. It is actually possible with magic—especially mine.” I was concerned that he didn’t know that, considering his dangerous underground fighting obsession. “Keep that in mind in the future.”

I fisted my hand in the waistband of his pants and forced him against mine, earning a delicious lust-filled growl from him. “But here and now, my intention isn’t to choke you. It’s to warn you. What you’re asking for—pushing for, actually—won’t be like last time. You continue to take it there, you need to be prepared for that.” I shifted my grip to his ass, palming both cheeks with either hand. “Thiswill be in play.” I nipped his ear and he turned his head, silently begging for more. “Be certain, Lazriel.”

“Shit… the sexy way you say my name.”

“Just drips off my tongue, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” he breathed.

And then he roughly pulled from my hold and strode to the bathroom door, literally kicking it open so hard that it smashed against the wall.

He dropped his pants as he went, revealing that he wasn’t wearing underwear again.

He glanced at me over his shoulder, dirty, delectable need brazenly apparent. “I’m certain,” he assured me.

Well, then.

He turned the shower on, then slid the door aside and stepped in.

He didn’t get any further than that, as with a couple of flicks of my magic, I was stripped naked and then right there behind him, slamming him up against the door, earning a grunt from him.