“Great duke,” they said, annunciating defiantly, “and find me wanting.” Heat climbed into their face, but they didn’t flinch at the intrusion of his thumb, sliding slowly over their bottom lip. “Find me worthy.” Eli leaned closer, grinning wickedly. “Worthy of what, sweetheart?” They couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the curiosity and desire pushing against the underside of their skin. They’d gone this far, hadn’t they? There was no going back. Kye touched their tongue to his claw. “You,” they said, and let their lips close around his thumb.
