I tried to lift my head to find his gaze, but he guided it back down immediately, his chest pillowy under my cheek. "Sleep, petal," he said. "You can't just fuck the air out of a girl, tell her you're going to hunt her, and then put her back to bed," I muttered. Khell was quiet for a moment, and then he started to shake beneath me. "I can." "Beast." I was bent backwards, twisted, Khell careful to keep his promise of plugging me while maneuvering us on the bed so his face loomed over mine, eyes fire bright. "Your beast," he growled.
