Page 115 of Taming the Beasts

He ignored me and started walking up a set of stairs.

“Titan, put me down or else!”

“Or else what, doll?”

“I’ll...I’ll...”

“Oh I’m so scared.”

“Shut up, you neanderthal!” I slapped his butt again. His very firm, perfect butt. And I realized this was the closest we’d ever been.

A chill ran down my spine and I knew that he had carried me outside. The cool autumn breeze made me shiver. He kept walking. I pressed on his back to lift my head to see where we were. He was walking across their rooftop hangout on top of the bank. Oh my God, was he about to throw me off the roof of the building?

“Put me down!” I screamed.

“I’m still waiting to hear this threat of yours.”

“I’ll...I’ll slap you.”

“You’re already slapping my butt. And it doesn’t hurt. I actually don’t feel a thing.”

Good to know that he feltnothingwhen my hands were on him.Asshole.“Let me go, Titan!”

“Fine.” He lowered me down onto the table where we’d eaten cookout the other night. And also where all the guys but Titan had eaten me.

I swallowed hard.

Titan didn’t move. He stayed between my thighs, his hands on my waist. Like he was worried I would try to run back downstairs.

He had every right to worry. I was planning on doing that. “Seriously, let me go.” I tried to push him back, but he was like a brick wall.

“I’m debating whether or not I need to tie you up to keep you out of trouble.”

I pushed on his hard chest again. “Move. I have to help come up with the plan.”

“Not happening.”

“Titan, get out of my way.”

Instead of releasing me, his fingers tightened on my hips.

I tried not to let it affect me. But I’d be lying if I said his touch didn’t do something to me. And my stupid thighs betrayed me and tightened around his waist.

Titan wasn’t the smiling type. But his eyes seemed to be dancing with humor as he stared down at me. “Not happening,” he said again. This time he seemed to be talking aboutusthough.

“Screw you.”

“You wish.”

“Oh fuck off.” I shoved his chest again.

“I dare you to do that again, doll.”

“I’m not your doll!” I shoved him again.

He caught my wrists in just one of his hands.

I gulped.