Off the Ice
He pinned Liam’s wrists directly above his head, his large, calloused fingers locking around the skater’s slender joints with a crushing, possessive grip that left no room for retreat.
"Look at me, pixie," Jaxson growled, his voice a broken, gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against Liam’s mouth. His dark amber eyes were completely dilated, swallowed by a predatory blackness that claimed every inch of the territory beneath him. "No scripts. No rules. Tell me exactly what you want."