Adea
My eyes dropped to the piercings that fought against the fabric of his shirt to the muscular build of his arms. His hair leaned against his dark eyebrows. He shrugged his arms as he stared back at him.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Sweet Adea,” Shane shrugged. “Whatever reason brought you out of bed in the middle of the night and had you leaving Desert Moon is irrelevant. It doesn’t do anything for me. You see, I don’t care what brought you to Half Moon at the crack of dawn. I don’t even care why you’ve sought me out.”
“You don’t?” I whisper. I’m so confused. I’ve put so much emphasis on making him trust me, making him believe in me, convincing him of my loyalty that this news is sending me.
“No,” Shane said simply. “I. don’t. care.”
Shane said each word as he slowly lifted off the back of his chair and leaned in until our noses almost touched. “The only thing I care about is the fact that you are sitting in front of me. You’re on my lands, in my house, on my desk. No matter your reason, you’ve given yourself over to me. You’re mine to do with what I want. Whether you want to be here or not,” he said as he searched my eyes for what I do not know, “doesn’t matter. I don’t care about what you want. I care about what I want. And right now? I’ve got what I want.”
Shane’s arms wrapped around my waist. Despite this news and despite it going against my plan. I’m not going to let it faze me. I’m still going to gain his trust, I’m still going to make sure he likes me enough to start caring about my opinion. This doesn’t change anything.
“Is that right?” I asked as sensually as possible.
“Yes,” Shane said.
His eyes are on me and if he detected the change in my voice or in my features he doesn’t let on. Leaning forward, our noses touch, and Shane moves back. His eyes drop to my lips and I fight the urge to smile. It doesn’t matter what he says, Shane is affected by me.
Despite the need to smile, I look at him seriously. His eyes linger for a moment longer before they dart back up to mine and I hold it. Calling on strength I wasn’t sure I had, I make up my mind.
I push forward and as I do it, Shane leans back into his seat. A hint of confusion and suspicion pull at his brow but still, I don’t react. I don’t show that I’ve seen his nervousness, I don’t show any signs of seeing anything.
I’m leaning off the desk now. I’ve already committed to what I’m about to do. I’ve already kissed him, this is nothing. Never have I ever initiated anything with Shane. A tremor makes its way up my back but I straighten and stop it in its tracks.
I push off the desk and Shane’s eyes widen, barely, but they do. It’s enough to know I’ve caught him off guard. This is Shane we’re talking about. He’s off guard. Knowing I’ve surprised him only encourages me. He’s eyeing me like a nervous virgin and I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing.
“What are you-?” He starts to ask but soon he stops talking when my right leg is on the other side of his thigh. When my left leg is beside his other thigh, his eyes drop to them before he raises his chin and stares into my eyes.
Even on my knees, I have to look up at him. His chin is slightly lowered as he watches me, as he waits for my next move. Assessing me to see if I’m actually going to do anything. Without breaking eye contact, I grab his hands and put them on my waist.
Slowly, I lower my backside until my leg is bent at an angle and my ass is seated on his very firm thighs. His breathing picks up but still, I don’t show any signs of seeing, of noticing.
Dropping my eyes to his chest, I watch as my hands slide up his torso. My fingers go up and pull on the bulge of the piercings causing him to groan before they graze over his muscular pecs. He lets out. a sigh as my fingers slides up the nape of his neck.
I stare down at the villain of my story as I run my fingers through the locks of his hair. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he lets out a sound that sounds dangerously close to a purr.
What Shane said about not caring didn’t affect me. It doesn’t matter. Why? Because I can tell by the way he’s looking at me that he only meant part of what he said. There’s a small bit of warmth in his eyes when he looks at me.
The only time I’ve seen that warmth other than when he’s talking to or about Mavy is when he looks at me. When I have a handful of his hair fisted in my hand, I yank down on it, hard.
There’s another deep rumble in his chest and his lips are slightly parted as he lets me be rough with him. His chin is tilted back, his eyes are on me, and his neck is open as if he’s offering it to me.
There’s so much beauty in seeing the man who strikes so much fear and kills without remorse vulnerable and open. It’s all too perfect, it’s the cherry on top of the sundae, it’s the green light that says everything is going well. I swallow down the emotion that’s trying to make its way up.
He can say he doesn’t need to trust me but the weakest part of a werewolf is their jugular. Not only has he left it open but he isn’t don’t anything to gain back control. He’s handing it over to me. I dip my head and wrap my lips around his throat.