In a flash of relief, he yanked her into his arms, cradling her head against his massive chest with one huge palm, his other arm snaked around her back to her hip. His face dropped into her hair. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Or scare you.” The rise and fall of his chest was uneven, his breath erratic. He shifted to cup her face with both hands. “But I am angry with you.”
She drew a sharp breath. His anger was what had made her cry—even though she wouldn’t change a thing if she had it to do over. She wasn’t sorry. Seke deserved to seek pleasure, and she wanted to give it to him.
With a hard swallow, she lifted her wet lashes and met his azure stare. “So punish me.”
It was his turn for an intake of breath. His irises changed to violet, horns thickened. It was hard to imagine after two orga
