Page 87 of Hybrid Heroics

“On your knees, Barbie.”

“Make me.”

I shook my head. “Knees, Barbie. Now.”

She pouted her lips. “No.”

“I thought you might say that.”

Her brow arched.

I pulled her hair, sweeping her legs to cradle her to my chest, my arms steel bands around her.

“You wanted to barter with a blowjob. So, either pay up or learn to cook.”

She scowled at me. “I thought we were role—”

I dropped her onto the table, ripping the rest of those little black buttons dotting the front of her short, flowy dress. They pinged against the wall of monitors, skidding across the floor.

“We aren’t roleplaying, Barbie. I’m taking what I want. I need to feel you wrapped around my cock, hear you screaming my name.”

Her eyes blazed with desire and aggression. I gripped her chin between my index finger and thumb, tipping her head up to speak against her lips.

“If you ever close our bonds again,” I whispered. “I will chain you to this wall, fuck you stupid, and withhold the orgasms. I will not be without that thread between us. None of us will. The one downside to showing us we’re on your level is having six mates to dole out punishments when you go too far. And that was my fucking line.”

A dozen expressions flitted across her face before she settled on mischief. “Can I toe the line to experiment?”

I smacked the inside of her thigh, and she hissed at me.

“With the Devil as my fucking witness…” I intoned, the rumbled words building in my chest. “If you do it again, I will—”

“It’s really sexy when you threaten me.”

I sighed. “There isn’t much to hold over your head, but leaving you strung up with magic resistant chains, sore and wanting while unable to take care of what we won’t… feels like a step in the right direction. If you can’t understand the severity of this, then we’ll start there. Next will be a total lack of privacy in that gorgeous head of yours.”

She groaned. “Is this punishment or foreplay? Funishment? I didn’t see this in the visions, though I did see us talking after I stuck that knife in your thigh. Maybe this is that conversation.”

“I’m fucking serious.”

“I know you are.” She drew me closer, pulling me between her legs. “I won’t do it again, Briggs. I know what it feels like, and it was a last resort.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise,” she softly swore, then held her hand up, splitting her fingers down the middle to form a V. “Spock’s honor, or you can rob me of Earthly pleasures for months on end. Fuck it. Make it fifty years. One hundred years. I won’t do it again.”

I leaned my head back, grinning at the ceiling. “Just this once. Can you take shit seriously?”

“I am serious all the time,” she stated, mildly offended. “Spock’s honor is everything.”

“Have you ever seen Star Trek?”

She flashed me a toothy smile. “The man was a half alien genius who understood—”

“Come here,” I murmured, tangling my hand in her hair. “I held you too long with no heartbeat, no breaths, no reactions. I need all those things from you right now.”

I descended on her, tongues tangling as I tore through the side of her lacy, barely there panties. She nipped at my lower lip, and I growled, roughly shoving three fingers inside her as a reprimand.

Her gasp filled the room just as her arousal did, coaxing my wolf to the surface of my mind.