Arched brows slammed together, and he pulled his hand out of my pants to knock my palm away from his mouth. “Do I need to take a fucking bath so you’ll quit with the hysterics?”
For that comment, I thumped him on his own forehead this time, then shoved him off me, very much enjoying the satisfying thud and grunt he made as he hit the hard wood flooring beside the couch. Quickly clipping my bra, which he had managed to undo, and zipping my pants, I rolled to my side and saw green eyes flashing in anger up at me where he had landed. I explained as passively as I could manage, “We aren’t doing a damn thing until this whole exclusive situation is decided.”
His jaw hung open.
It was actually adorable. Kind of endearing, really.
Until he decided to speak.
He sputtered on a rising shout, “You’re fucking turning me down?”
I stared down at him. Hmm. To go along with all that ferocity and desire etching his face, he now appeared incredulous. My, my. “You’ve never been told no before, have you?”
Blurring to his feet, standing at his full, imposing height, he growled, “No. I have not.”
I sat up, bones languid, but my body and skin were still on fire for him. “You just sounded like a stuck-up prig.” He froze, eyes going wide. I gestured to the door. “There’s a first time for everything, Casanova. Consider this yours.”
He didn’t move.
“Seriously, Ezra. I’m not doing anything sexual with you until we’re exclusive.”
He slashed a hand in the direction of his erection, hissing, “And in the meantime, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”
My lips twitched. Oh, God. “I’m sure you can,” I paused, “handle it.”
His cheeks flushed with undisguised hostility.
I ignored it and started buttoning my top, ready to get the hell out of there before he started seducing me again. I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to withstand another round.
“And what about you?”
My fingers froze on the buttons. Even though I had never heard that tone from him before, I knew what it was. That musically growled question had been his predator’s voice.
Very damn cautiously, I peeked up, not making any sudden movements. My heart rate pounded rapidly at what I saw. Fangs fully extended and eyes glowing, he watched me from under his lashes. His tone magnetic, though scary as fuck, he asked, “How do you plan to relieve the pressure?” He took two gliding steps toward me, so smoothly he seemed to float, and his head cocked. “Do you plan to find Finn or Merrick?”
Swallowing gently, and absolutely not moving, I whispered, “No. I don’t plan to find a different bed partner tonight.” His head tilted the other way, the movement extremely Vampire. Motionless, I waited in the quiet for a response, but when he didn’t move for a full minute and none came, I realized I hadn’t answered his questions fully. “I plan to handle it myself.”
Green eyes glowed even brighter, basically spotlighting my crotch when his gaze flew there. Still, I didn’t move as he stared. Finally, a half-minute later, he ran a hand over his face, and when he peered up into my eyes, his weren’t glowing anymore. But they were hungrier than shit, apparently knowing what I was going to do, turning him on to fever pitch.
As if he hadn’t even realized he’d gone all Vampire-terrifying, he murmured, “Let me watch.” His gaze was lit only with heat and desire. “I won’t touch you, I’ll only…” Again, he motioned to his bulging pants.
I blinked, grasping…Oh, shit…When he’d gone all loco, it had been him jealous. The scent of his possessiveness still hung in the air. I gulped, wondering if he had been right. This was uncharted territory for us. Jealousy wasn’t something either of us were used to. With mates, you knew they were faithful, thanks to the magic. And anyone else we hadn’t given a damn about. And he, obviously, did give a damn about me, like I did him.
When I sat silent for a few beats too long, he asked softly, “Sweetheart?” He bent at the waist to look me in the eye, only to wince and stand straight again.
I licked my dry lips and shook my head, staying strong on what I knew I wanted, even if he was freakily frightening. “No. If we’re exclusive, then I’d be more than happy to do that for you.” Another shake of my head. “But not tonight.”
He cursed, turning his back to me and crossing his arms, giving me a great view of his ass. Hormones nowhere near diminished from his little Vampire act, I had to close my eyes so I didn’t tug him back on top of me. He asked on a growl, “What if I decide a real relationship isn’t best for us? What happens then?”