Page 48 of House of Demons and Bones

Since when?Sy barked.

Since now.

Killian pinned me with his intense, heated gaze. I held it with false bravado—a mistake. My body tensed like a bow, liquid fire licking the aching flesh between my thighs.

“Are you growling at me, little scorpion?” he asked.

Fuck it.

I decided to ditch Cassius’s lessons about keeping my opinions to myself. I was going to speak my mind however I wanted and whenever I wanted.

“Yes,” I said. “I don’t like you fooling around with other hot chicks.”

One second, he was still eye-fucking me. The next, he reached me. I thought I was fast. Killian was faster. He grabbed me before I could fend him off, and then I was in his arms.

His head dipped, his lips slanting over mine.

“I only fool around with you, little scorpion,” he purred against my lips. “Don’t like it?”

“Is that a challenge?” I asked as I threaded my fingers through his thick dark hair, dragging him down for a hard, brutal kiss—teaching him respect.

His large hand cupped the back of my head, anchoring and securing me. He didn’t need to. I was going nowhere. At least not when I had him where I wanted, ready to taste the forbidden fruit.

Our teeth and lips clashed before we found our rhythm, our mouths melding as pent-up passion spilled over. Heat blazed through me, his skin hotter than a burning star, spreading from every point of contact and blooming inside me. His hardness pressed against my front.

Shit, this felt good. I needed his cock in me.

I clung to him, stretching the length of my body against him. The fresh mint and powerful male scent of his breath mingled with mine. My chest ached with searing need for him.

Wild energy coursed through me and coiled between us, so I bit his bottom lip to calm myself. His dragon and demigod blood tasted rich with galaxy power. He growled as I bled him, but his dragon purred in approval. The beast loved it rough, and Sy rolled giddily within me.

Killian slammed me against the marble island, his tongue seeking entrance. I invited him in, and pleasure buzzed from my head down to my toes as his tongue initiated a mating dance. Assoon as I joined him, a hungry groan escaped from the depths of his throat. His fangs came out, grazing my bottom lip.

My moans caught between us as he kissed me with abandon. Shit, such passion, such heat, such white-hot lust. I might be in over my head with this situation.

“I need to fuck you now, little scorpion,” he murmured against my swollen lips. His hand slid under my school uniform to cup my breast. “Or I’ll lose it.”

I’d go up in flames if I didn’t have his cock in me the next second. Through the haze of heat, I knew something needed to be said and done first, but lust pulsed through my every fiber, clouding my thoughts.

So I let him lead the dance. He could fuck me right here, right now. Against the island. Or I could hop up, plant my feet on the edge, spread my legs, and bare my pussy for him.

I pictured the thick head of his cock nudging against my slick slit, my plump folds embracing it and shivering as his massive shaft slid in.

“These past weeks without you, unable to touch you, were hell,” he said. “I hate the distance between us. I thought I could let you go if it kept you safe. But you weren’t safe, and you’ll never be safe until we eliminate all the threats.”

My heart rammed against my ribcage at his admission. His voice—deep, gentle, devastated—held pain I’d never heard before. I didn’t care for praise about my beauty or power, but his promise to eliminate threats sounded like music to my ears and tasted sweeter than honey, especially when his every word rang true.

“Holding back only hurt us both,” he continued. “Watching you flirt with the other heirs nearly broke me. I was one breath away from killing them all, except Cade. The mage heir is a good guy—no agenda toward you, never flirts.”

That was his definition of a good man?

If he knew about my kiss with Cade—it was not romantic though, just to challenge the Fury—would he still call Cade a good guy?

“I was insanely jealous,” he continued. “Still am. I can’t let anyone else have you. It’s not in me. If any heir crosses the line, I’ll tear their fucking teeth out one by one. When they try to seduce you, all they’ll have to show for it is a mouth full of holes. It won’t be pretty for those cocky bastards who think they can take whatever and whoever they want.”

“But—” I pouted. Sy pouted too. No teeth wouldn’t be a good look, and no one would date a toothless guy, even an heir.

“It’s madness,” I sighed.

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