“I won’t be able to keep my hands off you, Abby. My cock is hard as a rock. Has been since I first saw you. I want to fuck you until you scream, and I don’t think I can be gentle.”

A shudder passed over her body, but this time I smelled the scent of feminine arousal as well. A drop of fluid leaked from the tip of one fang to land on my lower lip.

Abby gasped and lifted her free hand to wipe the drop of my essence, my gift for my mate, from my lip. She raised the wetness to her mouth and slid the wet pad of her fingertip into her mouth. I nearly groaned.

Gods be damned, this female was going to fucking own me.

She pulled her fingertip from her mouth slowly, mimicking what I could imagine she might do to my cock. Sucking me deep. Swallowing my seed. Closing her hot, wet mouth around my length and sucking. Hard.

I held perfectly, utterly still, afraid to move. If I moved, I would have her pushed against the wall, cock buried balls deep before I had time to think.

Control.

Abby stood unmoving as well, her gaze locked with mine. “Do you want me? I mean, do you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes.”

“But you’re afraid you’re going to freak me out? Scare me?”

“Gods, yes.”

Her smile was pure seduction. “I’m no virgin, Cormac. I might be young, but I’m not innocent. Would you like to know how many men I’ve slept with?”

“No.” I would want to kill them all.

“Fourteen.”

“I said no.” My vision blurred with jealous rage, the Hyperion blood in my body writhing with possession. Obsession. I thought I could let her go. “I can’t. No.”

She leaned in close, dropped the blanket and pressed her naked body to my filthy armor. “I’ve had twice that many dicks in my mouth.”

“Stop.” My fangs swelled, instinct demanding I put my mark on her body, inject her with my essence, heal her, make her come, claim her. Now. Right fucking now.

She would want no one else. Need no one else. I would protect her, fuck her, care for her. Give her pleasure. Kill for her. Die for her.

I could not hold back the soft sound of denial that escaped my pain-filled chest. She was hurting me with her words. With her need. With hope. Fucking terrible hope.