Ravage, Lacey Andersen [golden son ebook .txt] 📗

I’m going to have you flat on your ass!” I say, and damn it, I sound pissed.

More than pissed. I sound like a man who just saw his mate leading another man to her bed.

“Bron, listen--” He reaches out for me, like we’re friends. Which maybe we were before, but we sure as hell aren’t now.

“Don’t touch me. Just get out.”

He looks from Esmeray to me. “Okay, well... Maybe another time.”

Esmeray plants her hands on her hips, anger in her eyes. “He doesn’t get to tell me what to do.”

Caraway is backing up, heading for the door. “Clearly there’s something going on here. Something I don’t want to get in the middle of.”

When he leaves, closing the door behind him, Esmeray’s jaw is hanging open. “I was going to feed on him!”

“No,” I say.

My legs give out beneath me, and suddenly I’m on my knees in front of her, shocked as hell. She’d used her powers on us a few times as children, but it was still unsettling to lose all control over a part of my own body.

“What is it with you and taking my meals?” she asks, and I can see the threat in her eyes.

And yet, I’m not thinking about what other parts of my body she could destroy. I’m thinking about when she was feeding on me outside of the club. The rush I’d felt when my mate touched me was like nothing in this world. I wanted to fuck her against that alley wall. I’d wanted to sink deep inside of her and hear the sound of my balls slapping as I brought her gasping over the edge.

“Then feed on me.” I don’t know what I’m saying until the words leave my lips.

But I don’t regret them. The memory of her body pressed against mine burns inside of me, consuming every logical instinct within me. All I can do is stare at her and wait.

“You’re serious?” she whispers after a long moment. “You think you can handle that?”

I nod, even though I’m not sure I can.

“Fine.” She walks past me.

The strange feeling in my legs suddenly disappears, and I have control of them once more. Ignoring my raging hard-on, I climb to my feet.

She stops in her doorway and says, “You coming?”

I study her. From that soft brown hair of hers to her remarkable grey eyes. This woman, she’s my everything. I don’t think I have it in me to deny her anything.

My gaze slides to Dwade and Lucian. They look as shocked as I feel. There’s no way she’s actually going to go through with this. Is she? She’s just trying to push me, to see if I’ll relent and then forever have to allow men into her bedroom. Probably. But either way, I won’t back down.

She smirks and heads into her bedroom, and I look at the guys.

“She does need to feed...”

Lucian lifts a brow. “I guess we’ll handle that from now on.”

He doesn’t say what we’re all thinking. There’s no way we’ll ever let anyone else touch her, so we might as well not back down now. We would be her food source while at the academy. We just couldn’t lose control and let things go too far.

Not yet. Not until she sees us as more than just her brother’s friends.

I feel strange as I walk through the living room and enter her bedroom. My thoughts are racing a thousand miles a minute, fighting the overwhelming need to touch her, and the knowledge that there was more going on here than I knew.

This is a game of chicken, right? Maybe in the future she was going to use us, but right now she was pissed. So I need to tell my dick to calm the fuck down and try not to completely fall at this woman’s feet.

I was a Drake after all. Wasn’t I?

She sits on the edge of her bed, slowly drawing those sexy-as-fuck boots of hers off, then tossing them like she didn’t give a shit. I follow her movements with so much need that I have to make certain my emotions are firmly hidden, or else have her sense just how badly I want her. My gaze follows the swell of her breasts and the way the fabric of her clothes hugs her body.

When she finally looks up, she lifts a brow, her gaze challenging. “You going to come closer, or stay there all night?”

I take a deep breath and reach for the door handle.

“No, leave it open,” she says.

Fuck. I move across the room and sit awkwardly beside her. Light fae don’t need to feed like this. Usually the happy emotions of the fae around us are more than enough to fill us up. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I felt hungry, but I imagine that Esmeray doesn’t have a lot to pull from here unless she consciously feeds. Still, I worry it’ll be like that moment in the alley. The moment I almost fucked her against that wall.

“Open yourself up to me,” she says, and her voice is low and seductive.

Damn it. There’s no way to do this without her realizing just how aroused I am. But I said I’d do this, and I couldn’t back down now. So with effort, I try to control my raging hormones and slowly slide down the wall around my emotions.

But the instant I do, I feel what she tastes. My jealousy and anger at the man she’d brought home. My desire as I sit next to her on her bed and try not to touch her.

She inhales sharply and reaches for me. Her hand slides down my chest, and my cock strains inside my pants, longing to feel her touch on my hard length. I squeeze my eyes shut and try my hardest not to put my walls back up.

“Oh,” she moans.

My cock twitches.

And then her hand wraps around it. My eyes fly open, and she leans closer, her breath hot on my neck. I turn, and don’t