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I feel breathless and wanton with it. Alec’s hand on my throat is a hot brand that sends me into a fit of shivers that has nothing to do with the cold.
“Come on, Alec.” I know it sounds like whining, but I’m not above playing dirty to get what I want, especially when I am literally on the ground begging for it. And Alec, the absolute heathen, just turns back to the fire and adds more logs and continues to poke at it until it’s roaring and crackling among the sound of crickets and snapping leaves in the underbrush.
I have my arms crossed over my chest and a brow lifted as he turns back to me, giving him my best look of impatience. “I’ve aged during this foreplay. Monuments have been built, empires fell, t—”
Alec cuts me off as he crouches down beside me, one hand running up the soft curve of my stomach, the other resting on my throat again, much gentler this time, but with just as much of a warning.
“We’re gonna have to do something about that fucking mouth.”