I used my thumb to scoop some of it, sucking it in as I peered up at him through my lashes, smirking when his breath hitched. “Do you like it?” I asked, getting on my feet, my gaze still on his hooded eyes.
“Fucking hell, Palt. You are still good with your mouth,” he complimented, caressing my cheeks. “Your mouth is still bloody hot.” Mumbling those words, he smashed our lips together, kissing me as he backed me against the wall. I didn't resist, knowing this was part of my reasons for coming to this place.
Gaining their trust was what they sent me to do, and what better way to do that than to use my body? They seemed to think I was their mate, and I would use that to my advantage; get them to lower their guards around me before striking. This time, I wouldn't look back.
“What are you thinking of?” He demanded, placing his hand under my jaw. “Do you want the others to join us that badly?”
I nodded, wetting my lips. “I have missed the touch of another. I want to —”
