Free Van, Becca - Taming Olivia [Terra-form 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Page B

scooped her up from the hammock. She opened her moisture-filled eyes and looked into Tony’s blue orbs. She pushed against his chest, a knot of fear forming in her stomach when he didn’t release her.
    “Put. Me. The. Fuck. Down. Now.”
    “Okay,” he said then released her. “But please listen to what I have to say.”
    Olivia squirmed on his lap. Even though she had asked him to let her go and he had, she didn’t really want to get up, so she stayed where she was.
    “I don’t want you,” Olivia said, reaching up to stroke her hand over his cheek in contradiction as she stared into the dark-blue eyes above her.
    “Yes you do,” Tony replied as he covered her hand with his.
    “What is it with you men? You’re all so arrogant and egotistical. It’s a wonder your heads aren’t dragging on the ground,” Olivia yelled, still pushing up and getting to her feet.
    He surprised her. Instead of biting back with a sharp command or comment, he threw his head back and laughed. She thumped him lightly in the arm, the deep cadence of his laugh and his dimples emerging enthralling her. She squirmed, her legs squeezing together, trying to relieve her aching clit as she pushed against his chest and shoulders in frustration.
    He looked down at her, a grin still on his face. “I can smell your desire and your actions contradict your words.”
    “You cannot! They do not!”
    “Oh, but I can, little one. Didn’t Cedric and Hugh tell you shifters have heightened senses?” Tony asked and reached out to pull her between his splayed thighs. He surprised her by giving her a quick hug and releasing her once more.
    “I don’t want to have sex with you,” Olivia stated quietly, cursing when she felt her eyes slide away from him with her lie.
    “Yes, you do. I like the way you feel in my arms. You’re as light as a feather,” Tony said and reached out to her again. He pulled her onto his lap and was pleased when she didn’t struggle. He held her against his massive chest.
    “I am not! Oh, shit, you have addled my brain.” Olivia groaned over her contrary statements. She knew she probably did feel quite light to him, since he was so big and strong. “Where are we going?”
    “I’m taking you back to the dining room. You need to eat,” Tony stated.
    “I’m not hungry,” Olivia replied, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting with petulance.
    “You are going to eat. You need to keep your strength up,” Tony said, easing sideways through the glass door.
      She realized Tony was being careful not to bump any part of her body on the frame and was silently thankful.
    “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bastard?”
    “No. I can’t say that they have,” Tony replied with a smile.
    Olivia was embarrassed from all the stares directed their way. She ducked her head and lowered her eyelashes. She absolutely abhorred being the center of attention. She was surprised again when Tony sat down at their table, keeping her on his lap instead of relinquishing her to her own seat. The big brute was going to have to learn she wasn’t a fragile flower needing to be carried around all over the place.
    “You’ve been crying? What did you do to her?” Hugh asked, glaring at Tony.
    “Oh, for crying out loud. Stop it. Just stop it. I’m not some toy you need to fight over. He didn’t do anything. I’m fine,” Olivia stated, glaring at Hugh when he deigned to look at her. “And I wasn’t crying. I got something in my eye. Can I please sit in my own seat?” she asked, tilting her head back onto Tony’s chest to see his face.
    He looked at her without speaking, sighed, picked her up, and gently placed her in the seat next to him.
    “Thank you.” Olivia sighed with relief.
    “You’re welcome, mate ,” Tony replied with a grin.
    “How many times to I have to tell you…”
    “Do you think you’ll ever believe it?” Tony asked, a brow raised in query.
    “Humph, men,” Olivia muttered, looking away from Tony’s