Deadly Game
His dark eyes flashed behind his obsidian mask, burning with a terrifying, possessive heat that made my blood run hot.
I raised my blade, pressing the cold edge directly against his throat. "Back off, Malakai. We are partners, nothing more. Keep your hands off me."
Malakai didn't flinch at the blade against his skin. Instead, he leaned down, his lips brushing dangerously close to the lace edge of my mask. His hand slid slowly up my back, his fingers tracing the bare skin of my spine with a deliberate, agonizing familiarity that made my breath catch in a sharp, ragged gasp.