Page 28 of Thorn of Sorrow

Something it had never done before.

His hands gripped my neck tighter. I pulled my head back, frowning, confused at the sharp look in his eyes.

“Then fuck me like you mean it.” He shoved at me, and I reared back, my cock slipping free as I sat on my haunches. Kyson wiggled from under me then turned onto his hands and knees.

Fuck me. Saliva pooled at the sight of his hole, and all I wanted was to suck the ring of muscle into my mouth. I tore my gaze away to stare at him. “I didn’t hurt you?”

At the time, I’d been too thirsty to think straight, but in the back of my mind, a voice had screamed for me to slow down, that I was being too rough. Honestly, I’d expected him to kick me out, to yell at me to never come back.

But once again Kyson surprised me.

In the most beautiful way imaginable.

He’d ridden out the storm of my hunger, giving me what he’d known I’d needed. Had offered it to me when I thought I would have to simply take what my body craved.

A fact I felt ashamed of.

Kyson wiggled his ass, drawing my attention back to him. I glanced at his slicked hole, my mouth once again watering. “I wouldn’t be demanding you do it again if you had.”

A slow, wicked smile curved my lips. The male was a wildcat in bed. A temptress, even if he still wore his shirt.

Small steps.

With a firm hold on his sides, I slid my cock back into his tight, welcoming heat, moaning at how good his body felt wrapped around my prick. Starting off slow, I rocked inside his ass, then moved faster when he glanced over his shoulder, giving me the evil eye. Soon our bodies were colliding, the sound filling the room along with our hard breaths and moans. My cock punished his ass, yet…

There was no urgency this time.

No thirst.

No monster demanding what I wasn’t willing to sacrifice.

Kyson.

Now, just the two of us chasing our release, was a man, a love-struck fool who was willing to place the world at Kyson’s feet.

My gaze locked onto the way his ass bounced with every forward surge, the way Kyson slammed back onto my cock, his scent, the noises falling from lips. Everything about him enthralled me, especially how my name was now a chant and a curse, how raw the moment was as he took as much as he was giving back.

My orgasm crashed into me, imploding, ripping like fire through my balls and up my spine. Kyson was right there with me, convulsing as he came.

The male was mine, and I was going to claim him as such in front of everyone. If another vampire dared to come anywhere near him again, my daggers would whistle their demise.

Chapter Seven

Kyson

“What do you mean he’s unavailable?” I stared Malachi in…right below his eyes. I always knew when to push and when to let common sense take over. He might’ve been the one to rescue me, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t turn on me, especially when it came to Dane.

“He’s resting.” The coldness of his voice told me everything I needed to know as he stood there, blocking access to Dane’s room like a lethal bodyguard daring you to try your luck.

I wasn’t feeling lucky.

“You blame me for earlier, don’t you?” I narrowed my eyes at his cheekbones. “It was your vampire who attacked him. Besides, it wasn’t even—”

As pissed as I was, I wouldn’t tell on Dane, that the slippery-sock-slide disaster had been the result of his hatched plan.

I’d known it had been a bad idea at the time, but peer pressure was a son of a bitch.

Plus, I’d had fun until I fell… and the vampire attacked… and Giovanni had gone all feral… and Malachi had scared a decade off my life.

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