Maisie
The entire Court seemed to inhale at once.
Without a word, he shoved my shift up my thighs with rough, impatient hands, baring me to the cool air and hundreds of watching eyes.
I gasped, trying to close my legs on instinct, but he gripped my thighs hard and spread them wider, positioning himself between them.
"Mercer—" I breathed.
He ignored me. His pitch-black eyes locked onto my exposed core with feral need as he pushed the fabric higher, nearly to my hips.
I tried to flee from his hold but there was no escaping him.
His movements were too swift to follow, and I'd just barely felt the sting of the dagger before he leaned in and sank his teeth into the soft, sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, dangerously, obscenely close to my center. The bite was deep, possessive, almost punishing.
I couldn't stop the moan that exploded out of me.
