I fist my hands in her hair. “Jesus Christ, Briar.” She clucks her tongue. “So impatient.” “I’ve created a monster.” “Not created,” she corrects. “Awoken.” I grin, but it slips away the second her palm cups my balls. I hiss through my teeth, thrusting them deeper into her hand. “Are you going to come for me?” she taunts. “For you. In you. On you.”
