Page 49 of Theirs to Rule

That set something off in him. He backed me up until I slammed into the wall, then caged my throat in his big hand. “Don’t fool yourself, Camille. I’m more monstrous than Silas could ever hope to be. My only saving grace is that you like my monster. No, youloveit.”

My breath hitched in my throat. I couldn’t believe I was even thinking it, but he was right. Even now, I wanted him. Every part of him. Maybe even the monstrous parts most of all.

He loosened his grip and dropped his hand. “Admit you still love me, Camille,” he said.

“Let’s not go there, Kage.”

"Tell me," he ordered, voice low, insistent. I pressed my lips together.

“If you won’t say the words willingly, I’ll get them through your mouth another way.”

His hand moved to the back of my head, roughly pulling me close as his mouth met mine. He kissed me savagely, exactly like the monster he was dressed as. A monster that was misunderstood, lonely, craving the human contract that I could give him. His tongue plunged into my mouth again and again until I was moaning, a melody that sounded like desire but something else, too—love.

I still loved him, and he knew it.

When he began tugging at my costume, I gasped. "Here? What if someone comes in?" I managed between kisses.

“I don’t give a fuck.”

The risk, the thrill of possibly being discovered, only fueled the fire between us. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around him, the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room.

Our make-out session was urgent and needy, a dance of lips and tongues that spoke volumes more than our words ever could. Each touch seemed to say, "You're mine," a claim I put forth despite knowing it was a lie.

His hand caressed me over my feathers and tried to find access to my skin. When he couldn’t easily find it, he grasped my costume in each hand and ripped it straight down the center. Behind my mask, I gasped.

“Kage!”

“Fuck the symbolism behind this costume,” he said. “You love me. I love you, Camille. That’s not ever going to change.”

I was braless, and his hands roughly cupped my breasts. I gasped. "Wait, Kage. You're still recovering. We already pushed things before. Don’t do anything too strenuous."

"I don't have to," he growled. "You're so ready for me I could make you come just by breathing on you." He pressed his lips to my throat, sending a shockwave of arousal through my body. "You want to come, don’t you, dirty girl?”

Just as he asked the question, the door to the room opened. He stepped to shield me, blocking me from view, but I was still aware that a few others had walked in. Fuck, we had to stop – I had to stop this, before it consumed me. But I couldn't. Kage's presence, the heat of his body against mine, made everything else insignificant. Suddenly, I wanted everyone on campus to see how much he wanted me – how I was his first choice.

He kissed my skin, trailing soft, feathery touches across my collarbone, stopping to nibble at the sensitive spot behind my ear. “You want me to stop?”

My breathing hitched in anticipation, wondering how far he would go to convince me if I said yes. Whether I could handle it. Silently, I arched into him, my knee sliding up the outside of his leg, my body moving on instinct.

“Use your words, Rebel. Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

Before I could even think to stop him, not that I wanted to, his hand snaked inside my panties, his fingers entering me. I arched into his touch, desperate for relief, barely holding back the moan that threatened to escape.

We were putting on quite the show, but I didn’t care. Let them see us. Let them see how badly he wanted me. Not Daniella.

Me.

I clenched my thighs, my grip on his neck tightening as my climax began to build. With a whimpered groan, I bit down hard on Kage’s shoulder as his finger circled my clit.

“I’m close,” I whispered in his ear. “God, I’m so close.”

I did my best to keep silent, but the closer I got to orgasming, the harder it became.

“Harder, Kage,” I begged him, my thigh riding up his hip, forcing his fingers deeper inside me.

“Hold on, Rebel,” Kage muttered. "They got their eyeful. Your orgasm isn’t for anyone else in this room but me.”

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