“You will obey me, mate. Here on Hyperion.” His hands slid up and down my inner thighs, thumbs brushing closer and closer to my p***y each time, but not touching. “And once I take you home to Everis.”
“I’m not your mate.” It was a lie, proven by the way I held my thighs open wide, bared myself to him. Willing. Eager. A flicker of hope that I’d finally broken through to him, pushed him hard enough to claim me at last. Well, if not me forcing his hand, then Styx’s. I’d have to thank the arrogant leader later. He had to have known what it would do to Bryn to see his fangs graze my skin. To listen to Styx talk of tying me to his bed and f*****g me. To watch me, his marked mate, become aroused by the dominant demands, his sensual thoughts so concisely spoken by another man. A man who wanted me
