CHAPTER 11
SONIACaldar bucked against the table. “No! You shouldn’t be here.”
He looked good. Well, in rough shape from the vines holding him to the table and the dried blood and the general look of having the tar beat out of him. For all of that, his strong form was laid out on the table like a meal.
Her mouth watered. She ached for his touch. The need to climb on to the table and straddle him was overwhelming, which made no sense. She didn’t do random hookups, and she certainly didn’t get off on dangerous situations. The last thing—the very last thing—she needed to do was ride Caldar’s d**k.
But that d**k, though—
Sonia wiped the corner of her mouth, disgusted with herself. Something was wrong. She said, “Stop moving. You’re making it worse.”
A convenient blade was stuck into the g
