READY FOR HIS RULE
The WILD Boys of Special Forces, Book 10
Sneak-Peek
Snippet
He
pulled back, watching his hand curl on itself in midair. He thought of all the
damage that fist had done, to so many shitheads and losers over the years, but
was now a symbol of utter helplessness—inches from a person he was aching to
help. Fate was getting in all its best taunts today. His spirit hadn’t agonized
this much even when the news about Nichols had come out.
And the pain in this
stall is about you…how?
Easy
answer. It wasn’t.
But
no way in hell was he leaving her in here, all but drowning herself in several
senses of the word. If she ordered him all the way out of the shower, then he’d
abide—and simply sit on the tile outside. One puddle for another; no difference
to him physically—but he would stay
here for her, whether she asked for it or not. Even if it fucking killed him.
For
now, he chose to simply settle back on his haunches. Nearly as an afterthought,
reached and cranked the spray off. In the eerie silence after, Tracy joined her
quiet sniffs to the heavy drops of the draining water. John re-balled both his
hands, hating even the inches between them. To not even touch her, let alone
resist the baser need to clutch her close…
Fuck.
Waterboarding
had nothing on this shit.
And
the worst part hadn’t even sunk in.
She’s just following
your lead, asshole.
That was the worst part.
In
protecting her from his secret side, he’d been locked out of her secrets too.
In shielding her from his darkness, she’d made sure he stayed right there—in
the dark. Away from the ability to even give her some light…
Moron. You. Same
sentence, Keoni John Franzen.
Finally,
she snuffled with more determination. Jerked up her head a little, long enough
to slide him a furtive side-eye, but nothing more. She pulled her hand all the
way back in, tucking it beneath her chin as she settled her head against the
wall again.
“I
want to talk to Craig.”
A
brutal exhalation left him. His throat tightened. His chest compressed. Hell,
nothing was comfortable. Nor was it meant to be.
“I
know you do,” he murmured.
“I’m…scared.”
Screw
uncomfortable. Everything was agony—especially when she wouldn’t even let him
do anything about it. No. When he’d pushed her away out in the bedroom, letting
her walk away with the impression that he wouldn’t
do anything.
“I
know you are.”
At
least he had words. Paltry proxies, but they’d have to suffice somehow.
“I
have no idea what to do.”
“But
you don’t have to figure it out alone, ku`uipo.”
Her
face contorted again, though not with impending tears. Her eyes flared with
irritation. “Don’t call me that.”
He
barely repressed a grin. “You’re gorgeous when you’re all hissy kitten.”
“Yeah?
Well, I have Tigress claws, remember?”
“Fine,
fine.” He held up both hands. “Maybe you just want ‘ma’am’ again?”
“And
maybe you just want me to hunt down a flattening iron.”
His
chuckle was impossible to tame. Her glower went from simmering to smoky. He had
no idea there were so many nuances of gray. In her eyes, they were all
fascinating.
“Maybe
you can just close your eyes and pretend I’m Craig.” The offer was sincere—he
was up for any creative solution here—but her laughter, high and biting, was
nowhere near a vote of approval.
“That’s
so not going to happen.”
He
frowned. “Why not?”
“Because
I’d know the difference.”
“How?”
“John.” Her laugh mellowed to a watery eye roll. He suddenly knew how Luke
must feel when a test wasn’t studied for. “I’d know the difference between you
and any other man.”
And
just like that, no more feeling like her teen kid.
Feeling
everything like the jerk who’d probably made the biggest mistake of his life
with her earlier, and would spend the rest of his mortal days cussing himself
out for it. “Fuck.” Might as well start now. “Ku`uipo.”
Her
tigress side flared in a swift snarl. “What didn’t you understand about not calling me that?”
“And
what don’t you understand that I’m only here to help?” The backlash, his higher
ground pick of a reply, was still better than choice two: smashing one hell of
a kiss on her feisty lips. “It slipped. So skewer me.”
Her
regard softened. “It’s okay. Just…be careful.”
Now
he was the one clinging to his scowl. “You don’t even know what it means.”
“I
can guess by your tone.”
“And
that’s a bad thing?”
“When
your voice alone makes me want to come over there and maul you? Yeah.” She
glanced again, letting her stare linger longer—to his intense pleasure. More
intense than he wanted to admit, but couldn’t deny. Not when the heat from his
skin met the wetness of his clothes and created a new experience for him. Steam Bath—in SenSurround.
“Tracy.”
He heeded her request—the tone was new; perhaps the first time he’d ever used
it outside a bondage dungeon before—though its replacement was just as
merciless. Perhaps more so. He issued her name as a declaration…a command.
Nothing he’d ever use on his battalion members, because this asked for a
different kind of obedience. No. Demanded it.
“What?”
She’d dropped her head but lifted it again. Her eyes had turned huge as a pair
of London moons.
“Do
you…want…to maul me?”
For
the first time since he’d crawled in here, her body loosened. She opened up a
little, still staring with the moon in her eyes—only now, joined by the comets
in her energy. Untamed rogue comets—all aimed his direction. “‘Want’ isn’t the
word I’d use.”
Flames
licked the edges of her voice—and now the length of his cock. Fuck, how this
woman got to him. How her spirit and sass challenged him. How her desire
affected him…
“Tracy.”
He didn’t hesitate about wielding the dungeon command now. Doubly deep, three
times as severe.
“Wh-what?”
Oh,
yeah. He also liked it when her defiance wobbled a little. What would it be
like to make it shake a lot?”
“Get
over here and maul me.”
READY FOR HIS RULE
Releases March 28, 2017
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