Selene straddled my lap, her lips wet and swollen from our last kiss, her breath ghosting over my jaw like a whisper of ash.

“You did good tonight,” she murmured, dragging her nails down my chest. “Better than I expected.”

I chuckled breathlessly, muscles still twitching from the last round. “Is that a compliment, or a challenge?”

“A bit of both.” She smirked, but there was something softer behind it. “Zeke.”

“Yeah?”

She shifted, grinding lightly against me. Not enough to start anything. Just enough to make me listen.

“I want you to dominate me, now.”

I blinked. “Wait. What?”

“You heard me.”

My heart thundered in my chest, not...