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I pursed my lips, not liking that. I tried gearing up to argue with him, but I also knew I wouldn’t change his mind. Besides, I’d gotten off easy with the cut on my arm. Jenji could have easily stabbed me with that blade. Even killed me.

I decided it wasn’t up to me to save Kellan.

“You know the funny thing?” Kage murmured against my ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps down my neck.

“What?” My voice was a barely audible whisper.

“I bet I wouldn’t even have to ask Ty to go after Kellan with me. Once he hears he switched those blades, he’ll probably beat me there. Or hell, maybe Dante will.”

His fingers slid through my hair, gently massaging my scalp. I leaned into the touch. It was a simple gesture, but intimacy oozed from every stroke.

“Are you jealous of my attraction to them?” I asked, drawing a pattern on his chest.

He paused for a heartbeat before pressing a soft kiss on the crown of my head. “I’m possessive of you. I don’t like the idea of sharing you. But that doesn’t change your attraction, so what’s the point of dwelling on it?” His arms tightened around me slightly. “So long as they don’t lessen your attraction to me, I can handle it.”

I remembered Dante’s earlier words about being open to sharing me with others if that was my choice, and although Kage hadn’t quite said that, his words still soothed and reassured me. Only my gnawing guilt about Ty refused to be pushed aside so easily. “I need to apologize to Ty. Make him listen.”

Kage nodded, his face serious. “You can do that first thing in the morning. Tonight, you’re mine.”

Chapter 42

Camille

As Kage and I stared at each other, time seemed to slow and stretch out, like a wire on the verge of snapping. And then it did.

Kage’s lips crashed onto mine and I kissed him back without reserve. This was Kage O’Hare—CU’s golden boy, the dream of half the campus to either emulate or to possess.

His hands slid away from the small of my waist, tracing a line of fire up my sides, until they found my wrists. In one swift motion, he pinned my hands against the mattress with one hand. My pulse skyrocketed and I felt a thrill surge down my spine, electrifying every nerve ending, every fiber of my being. Kage was charming and deep and raw and dominant and alarmingly intoxicating.

Without warning, his other hand descended, making its way down my side and settling on the curve of my hip. He pulled me closer, obliterating any space that remained between us. I was lost in the sensations and the sheer physicality of the moment. His touch seemed to erase pieces of the world around us until there was nothing left but the here and now, heightened byour panting breaths and the uncontrollable shaking that had overtaken me.

Kage slowly trailed his fingers over my belly with a light touch that sent sparks of pleasure scurrying beneath my skin. The tantalizing touch sent shivers of anticipation racing through my body. Every slow caress was a promise, a hint of what was to come.

His eyes stormy with desire, he took a moment to study my face before looking down at my body. “I fucking love that you’re still wearing my sweatshirt,” he said. Then, with a wicked smirk, he dragged up his sweatshirt, exposing my panties. He played with the lace edge of my underwear before pushing the gusset aside and cupping me. He groaned when he felt how wet I was, and I cried out when his hard fingers skimmed my soft, sensitive folds, making me shudder with need.

“Fuck, Camille,” he murmured, clearly appreciating the effect he was having on me.

He released my wrists to shove the sweatshirt up even further, bearing my tits. He cupped one, squeezing it gently. Instead of enjoying his touch, I stiffened. Even though he had Dante had already touched my tits, the fact that Kage was seeing me bare, seeing how his huge hand completely covered me, filled me with insecurity.

The girls Kage had dated on campus all had big breasts and I was so flat. My cheeks immediately warmed and I pulled his hand away to guide it toward my ass.

“What was that?” Kage asked, pausing.

I shook my head. The only thing more embarrassing for me than having small tits was Kage knowing I was embarrassed about it.

“Nothing,” I said, trying to pull his head down so I could kiss him.

But Kage shook me off and returned his hand to my breast.

“You’re so delicate, Camille,” he said. “So perfect. You have no idea how much it turns me on, knowing how easily I could break you.”

He pressed a chaste kiss to the hard peak of my nipple. His shuddering exhale against it sent goosebumps all up and down my spine. “I like that you’re so small. That I have to be gentler, at least in the beginning. That I have to build your pleasure high enough so you can take me. But I know you can do it. As soft as you are here—” he squeezed my breast “—and here—” he cupped my pussy “—you can handle every fucking inch of me, even when I’m pounding into you like a fucking jack hammer.”

I whimpered as my arousal spiked.

Bending his head, he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I tightened my grip on the sheets and bit back a groan.

Kage released my nipple then blew on it, seemingly fascinated by how it tightened even more.

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