Page 67 of Teeth To Rip & Tear

Kaleb moved so quickly that I hadn’t noticed he’d crossed the room, gripping my arm and bringing my wrist to his face. He inhaled the scent of my skin with a perplexed expression before grabbing my other arm and smelling my other wrist.

“Your scent has changed,” Kaleb told me, his brow furrowed in thought.

“I’m sick?”

Kaleb shook his head. Where his skin touched mine, gooseflesh followed. He moved closer, pressing his body into mine, pushing his nose into my hair and smelling me.

I felt his cock, hard against my stomach.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. My eyes dipped, and I stared at his throat as Kaleb rocked back on his heels, his eyes staring into mine.

“Mallory—”

I was insane. I knew I was.

I leaned forward, gripping the fabric of his shirt, as I pulled Kaleb closer and placed my lips against his.

He froze, unmoving, as I parted his lips with my tongue. I broke away, my cheeks flaming.

So stupid.

I looked away, biting back an apology.

He reached out, tugging me toward him, and kissed me like a breath of air after a deep-sea dive. All consuming. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, standing on tiptoes asI memorized every moment of the kiss. The softness of his lips and the smell of his skin.

We moved backward, still locked together, as we landed on the bed.

I pulled at his shapeless linen shift, clasping the fabric in my fist as I pulled it up to reveal the softness of his stomach. His flat belly twitched when I feathered my fingers over his skin. He grinned against my lips, his hand snapping up to form a shackle around my wrist as he twisted our bodies until his hips pressed against my butt, pushing me into the mattress.

I moaned, feeling his hardness against the curve of my ass.

He reached around me, his fingers slipping under the waistband of my linen trousers and into my underwear. With his middle finger, Kaleb dipped a digit into my wetness and spread it onto my clit, as he rolled a circle around the sensitive nub.

I bit back a moan as he pulled me to his body, his other hand cupping my breast. He kissed the seam of my jaw as his fingers teased my nipple.

I pushed back, rubbing my ass against his cock, desperate to feel him, even as his fingers thrust inside of me, driving me wild.

It was like a dam had burst between us. I wasn’t sure if it was lust, frustration or fear of the Huntsman, but Kaleb and I clung to each other in that moment.

I reached behind me, one over my shoulder to tangle in the long strands of Kaleb’s silver hair, the other sandwiched between us as I cupped his cock through the fabric of his trousers.

His breath hissed through his teeth and Kaleb dropped me as if I was on fire, pushing me face first to the mattress. He tugged at my linen trousers, pulling them over my ass, leaving me exposed.

I rose up in invitation, and closed my eyes tight as Kaleb slid inside of me, pinning my body to the bed as he began to thrust.

His weight kept my legs closed, the space tight, as he thrust into me. The mattress bounced with every thrust.

There wasn’t any emotion in it. Just animalistic need, as I pushed back to meet every thrust. My teeth gritted and hair in my face, as he rutted into me, hitting a place inside of me I wasn’t sure existed before.

Kaleb’s thrusts grew uneven, and my own orgasm crashed over me, strange and unfamilar. My thighs grew slick, and the sheet underneath was wet. I shook, as he spilled inside of me, blind to anything but the orgasm rippling through me.

Kaleb peeled himself from the bed, leaving me cold and exposed. He sauntered to the adjoining bathroom without saying a word.

I took his silence as an invitation to leave.

I didn’t want to go back to my room. Not yet. Instead, I went for a walk, circling the sunken kennels. The building was boxy, concrete, and entirely at odds with the austere gold and white of the moving castle. It was as if it had fallen from the sky and landed, half buried at the foot of the stairs.

Wyatt stretched out by the steps, surrounded by a host of women I didn’t recognize.

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