Chris's challenge hung in the air, a provocation wrapped in a satisfied purr. Dax's laugh was a low, dangerous rumble, like a predator accepting an invitation to hunt again. "The threat management system," Dax repeated, his voice a gravelly whisper against Chris's ear. "And you, my little moon, are the most persistent threat I've ever faced."
Without another word, Dax moved. He rose from the bed, his movements fluid and powerful, and pulled Chris up with him.
Chris stumbled, his legs still shaky from his previous orgasms, but Dax held him steady, an arm of steel around his waist. He didn't give Chris a chance to catch his breath before he was backing him up, step by step, until Chris's bare back hit the cool, smooth expanse of the glass wall. The shock of the cold glass against his overheated skin made him gasp, his nipples pebbling instantly.
"Look," Dax commanded, his voice a low growl.
