Hands shot to her shoulders and he shoved—hard.
She staggered back, ass slamming against a lab table, eyes blowing wide with genuine, delicious shock. Probably the first time in her spoiled life a guy had physically rejected her when she was serving herself up like a five-star whore on a platter.
Her fingers flew to her mouth. Touched her lips. Came away smeared with his blood from that savage bite.
She stared at the crimson streak. Then at him.
And smiled—slow, feral, licking his blood off her finger like it was foreplay.
"There he is," she purred, tongue dragging deliberately over her lower lip. "There's the monster from the videos. The one who takes whatever the fuck he wants." She sucked the finger clean, eyes locked on his. "Knew you were hiding in there, big boy."
"I'm busy," Phei growled, voice gravel and smoke, Dragon fully awake and snarling, cock straining so hard the zipper was leaving teeth marks.
