Page 57 of These Deadly Dreams

“Take him back. Bring out the next one.”

I succumb to the darkness when strong hands grip my arms and yank me away.

23. Ellis

“Run, little bird.”

Those three words, growled low in Malakia’s chest, chase me up the steps as I run as fast as I can. My emotions are all over the place. I’m furious, aroused, thrilled, terrified—not of Kai, but for Cade and Sterling. It all swirls together to create some kind of volatile mixture that makes me liable to explode. My fingers tingle, and I fight the urge to let Cade’s magic loose. I don’t want to deal with the feverish after effects. Not to mention, I have no clue what I’m doing with it, and I’d be more likely to hurt Kai than anything. Not that he wouldn’t deserve it.

I make it to the top step and run into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I quickly lock it, although I’m not sure what good that will do me. If a feral vampire wants to get in, he’ll find a way to get in. Sure enough, the door bursts open and I whirl around with my heart in my throat.

Kai stands in the doorway, eyes red and fangs gleaming in the moonlight coming in through the windows. A thrill of anticipation washes through me, setting every nerve ending alight. His smile grows as he picks up on my emotions, and I curse. There is no way I can hide what I’m feeling. I can tell him ‘no’ to my heart's content, but he’ll know better. My body, my emotions, will tell him what I really want.

He takes a step forward, and I take one backward. “You can’t escape me, little bird,” he drawls. “But the more you try, the more I enjoy it.”

My back hits the wall, and Kai pounces. Faster than I can track, he has my arms pinned above my head in one hand, his body pressed tightly to mine. I gasp as his other hand wraps around my throat, his thumb pressing lightly on my pulse point.

“You disgust me,” I breathe through gritted teeth. “You’re a sick bastard.”

His smile grows, the promise of pain glinting in his ruby eyes. “Keep telling yourself that. Your body says otherwise.”

He drops his head to my neck, and he inhales as the tip of his tongue licks up the side of my throat. Even though he didn’t touch my mark, my body reacts. My hips buck off the wall, searching for contact. Heat spreads through my chest and travels straight to my core. I barely bite back a moan that threatens to escape. He chuckles darkly at my reaction.

“Get off me,” I growl. “I don’t want your disgus …” My words trail off in a breathy exhale as his hand slides under my shirt and up my ribs.

He palms my breast through my bra. “What was that, little bird?” His thumb and finger pinching my nipple emphasizes his question, and I’m not able to keep the whimper from climbing up my throat.

His ruby eyes darken, and anger courses through me like fire. Fuck him. Fuck his empath abilities. Fuck his sexy fucking body and dangerous vibes. I jerk, trying to shove him off me. With my hands still pinned above my head, I don’t get very far. All I succeed in doing is rubbing myself against the hard planes of his body. And damn it all to hell. It feels so good.

Kai growls, his eyes narrowing. “Still fighting, little bird? When will you learn?” Releasing my hands, he grabs the neck of my shirt with both his hands and tears it straight down the middle. His smile grows as I gasp, and he doesn’t give me a chance to yell at him. He grasps the waistband of my legging and repeats the process, tearing through them and my panties at the same time.

Stunned at this display of dominance, legs shaking from desire, I stand there while I try to find my words. He takes the opportunity to roughly spin me around and shove me against the wall. With his body pressed tight to mine, I can’t move without rubbing myself against him.

“You’re lucky I like this bra,” he whispers in my ear as he unclasps said garment and slides it down my arms. His hand slips between my body and the wall, sliding down my stomach. “Spread your legs for me, little bird.” He doesn’t give me a chance to comply—or curse him out—before he kicks my foot with his, spreading my legs for him.

His hand slips lower, and I hold my breath, desperately wanting his touch. I hate how much I want him in this moment. Why can’t I just stay angry? Why can’t I smack him and walk away? Silently, one half of my mind begs him to hurry up and touch me, while the other screams profanities that would make him proud.

When his fingers finally slip through my folds, I sigh heavily. The touch is a tease, barely a caress. It’s not near enough. Somehow, I manage to keep myself from moving my hips searching for more pressure. He slides one finger inside, the heel of his palm pressing on my clit. This time, I rock my hips, desperate for more. I can hear how wet I am as he slides his finger in and out.

“You’re so wet for me, little bird.” His breath fans across the back of my neck, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

“Fuck you,” I say breathily.

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, there will be fucking, little bird. Don’t you worry.” He grabs my hips and yanks me backward. “Hands on the wall.”

I grit my teeth and shake my head. “No.”

He tenses behind me, his body going rigid and deadly still. A thrill washes through me. I think I just made the monster even more angry. What will he do to punish me?

Kai growls and grabs my wrists, placing my hands on the wall. “Keep. Them. There.” He shoves my head down with a hand on the back of my neck before trailing his fingers down my spine with a feather soft touch. The contrast of the dominance with the sweet gesture only makes me crave him more.

In this position, bent over with my hands on the wall, I can see my feet spread on the beige carpet, leggings in shreds around my ankles, with Kai’s black boots between them. The sound of his belt unclasping, followed by his zipper, sends a rush of anticipation through me. Slickness coats the insides of my thighs, and I clench my inner walls, trying to ease the ache that has built there.

As if he can read my mind, and in a way he can, he rubs his cock against me, coating himself in my arousal. I bite my lip to keep from making a noise, or begging him for more. He teases me like this until my legs are shaking and I’m not sure how I’m going to keep standing. When he positions himself at my entrance, it takes all my willpower to keep myself from pushing back onto him.

Kai’s fingers grip my hips painfully, sending delicious tendrils of pleasure through me. So slowly, he pushes inside. My inner walls stretch to accommodate him, and I can’t keep myself from moaning. His piercings hit differently at this angle, and I can feel them sliding against me. I don’t know how he controls himself. He’s breathing hard, and his body is trembling over mine as he keeps his movements slow and controlled. Once he’s seated to the hilt, he stills.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, little bird.”

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