*Gemma*
“I’ll send for you when I want to know what you taste like.”
Connor’s rough purr sent ice down my veins, but I was so disgusted that I said, “I won’t let you lick me.”
His laugh was deep with amusement. “I didn’t say I would, but that’s a brilliant idea. Your skin may be infused with sand and salt. I might enjoy that.”
You’re sick, I wanted to snap at him, but I kept my lips sealed. I belatedly realized what he actually wanted to taste when his gaze traveled downward. Mortified and furious, I crossed my legs tighter.
Connor laughed again. “Maybe I won’t have to break you. Just pry you open.”
The door banged against the wall, and Raisa’s voice saved me. “Alpha,” she said, and her voice was a remarkable mix of sultriness and assertiveness with an edge of warning, implying there would be a consequence if he ignored her. “Cillian requires your superior war intellect.”