Denied by Destiny Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 301

“Actually no.” I cut him off, my hand raising in front of me.

“No?”

“No, I don’t want those things.” Well yes, but not in how he is implying. George is the closest I got to thinking I could choose someone to be with me, but his recent actions have made me think the complete opposite now. I’d much rather be alone than be with George, these small flirty fleeting moments with Knox has shown me that. Knowing Knox for only a few days has already opened my eyes to who I thought George was, and who he really is.

“Then what do you want Red?” He asks me, his voice low…his eyes not leaving mine.

“A bit of fun. We seem to have a natural chemistry, a natural attraction to one another. We could just keep it casual…no one would need to know. What’s the harm in exploring that.”

“Ah, that scratch that needs itching?”

“Precisely. I don’t expect commitment, I know that you will go back to training soon and we need not think of each other again.” I casually offer, my hands swiping out.

I know as soon as I say it that this wouldn’t be possible for me, but if having just a small amount of him means I have to make this bargain…then so be it. He will move away, no doubt find another that can offer things I can’t. But I’m prepared to pretend when the time calls, pretend I can keep my side of the deal.

“Let me get this straight, you want to enter into a no strings attached…sexual relationship? Are you sure?” His eyes are wide in surprise, perhaps this is the first time he has been offered this. But not for me.

“You aren’t the first person I’ve done this with Knox…” Something in what I say makes his body tense, his jaw stiffen as his brown eyes become that more intense, broodier.

As soon as he pinches one of my nipples I lose the dominance, my body bucking back as a cry escapes me, his hushing in my ear trying to remind me to remain quiet.

His tongue trails down from my mouth to my breasts, the small nipple mounts each having their turn within his mouth.

He continues moving south, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva as he licks my taut stomach, focusing a few seconds on my belly button. Tingles continue to dance upon my skin from his touch. Tingles that are becoming quite addictive.

He lifts my butt up in the air, freeing my cotton shorts and my g-string, I feel satisfied when he curses to himself.