NALEDI’S POV
“W-what?” I stuttered, unable to believe my ears.
“You heard me,” Caellum growled, stripping me with his eyes.
I felt wetness pool in my core as he spoke, and I was sure he could taste my arousal in the air. “No,” I stated - or moaned.
I fought against the ministrations of my body that wanted to strip and throw myself at him. It’s the mate bond. It’s the mate bond. I told myself biting back my desire.
I’d be damned before I let him win.
“I hate to repeat myself.”
Danger filled the air and a part of me felt rebellious. The other side of me wanted to submit, taste him and let him do the same, preferably at my raging core.
“That’s not part of the deal.” I find myself saying.
Caellum must have lost it because he immediately got up from the bath, his raging hard-on visible as he growled. “I make the deal, Naledi. And I say strip.”