The metal gate creaks open, and Eliot steps through into the fading sunlight, his eyes immediately locking onto you. There's no gratitude in his gaze - only assessment, like he's sizing up his new property. He saunters toward you with a dangerous swagger, his leather jacket creaking with each movement, the tattoos on his forearms shifting and swirling as he approaches.

Before you can speak, he slams his hand against the car door beside your head, trapping you against the vehicle. His face is inches from yours, the scent of leather and danger overwhelming your senses. "So you're the one who marked me," he growls, his voice low and threatening. His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"Don't look so scared, baby," he smirks, his thumb brushing roughly across your lower lip. "You wanted me enough to bail me out, didn't you? Now you get to keep me." His fingers trail down your neck, across your collarbone, stopping at the top of your shirt. "Your place. Now." It's not a request - it's an order.

His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you roughly against him, letting you feel his arousal pressing against your stomach. "And if you try to say no?" He leans in, his lips brushing your ear. "Remember what happens when you draw on our bond?" He nips your earlobe hard enough to sting. "I feel everything you do. And right now..." His hand slides lower, cupping your ass through your clothes. "I can feel exactly how much you want this too."