She tightened her hands into fists. ‘Get off me,’ she all but growled.
‘Are you done?’ he repeated, his tone taking on an impatient edge that escalated her agitation.
She defiantly held his gaze, feeling every inch of the power behind his body, the heat emanating between them. As he watched her a little too intently for comfort, mesmerising her with his quiet confidence, she felt another unfamiliar stirring. ‘If it means you’ll get those feral hands off me, yes, I’m done.’
She grudgingly stilled as she awaited his response; gazed at the masculine lips that hovered inches from hers before looking back into his eyes.
He lowered himself a few inches, his biceps straining distractedly against his shirt. ‘Vampires might bite, honey, but lycans tear. You might want to bear that in mind next time you try and take me on.’
With only another moment’s linger on her gaze, he released her wrists, eased off her, grabbing her arm to pull her to her feet along with him.
‘You don’t know what you’ve got yourself into,’ she declared, unable to suppress her indignation.
‘You can tell me all about it back at the compound,’ he said, only to hoist her up over his shoulder.
Her cheeks flushed from the blood rushing to her head, let alone the humiliation. ‘Put me down!’ she demanded, slamming a fist into his back as she tried to kick at his groin.
Her retaliation only evoked him to hold her tighter though, her clenched fist barely having any impact on his solid back.
She glowered down at the ground that swayed beneath her, forced her elbows into his back to regain some kind of control, but they reached the shed in no time.
He slid her down onto her feet, catching her forearm as she stumbled with the motion.
Rone and Samson were already helmeted up and astride their motorbikes in the far corner.
Corbin stood in front of the two nearer by, his arms folded as he smirked in amusement at Jask. ‘She’s going to be a lot of trouble. Are you sure she’s worth the effort?’
‘You know me – I love a challenge,’ Jask said, tugging her over to the nearest motorbike. He unhooked something from the seat, and turned to clasp one cuff of the handcuffs over her right wrist.
He lifted the helmet off the seat and shoved it on her head, before guiding her astride his motorbike. Sitting in front of her, he pulled her other wrist around his taut waist, cuffing both of hers together at his lap, the position forcing her intimately against his back.
She clenched her hands and fought against leaning against him. But she was given no other option as Jask revved the engine.
Sophia quickly found somewhere to rest her feet and braced herself just as they sped off, kicking up dust behind them.
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