Page 65 of Wrath

For weeks since the incident, I had hidden away, refusing to be intimate with Z out of fear she’d find me repulsive. But all of those insecurities had fled as soon as I caught sight of her in the hall, wrapped in a blanket with her hair disheveled. Maybe it was the lust permeating the air intermingling with the ungodly amount of pheromones present. Maybe it was seeing that stranger proposition my mate. Maybe it was waking up in the arms of a beautiful woman and realizing that she had nothing on Z.

All I knew was that I needed her.

Z’s mere presence had pried me open, and now her name had been carved on my heart.

For a long moment, Z didn’t speak, merely staring at me intently, her blue eyes guarded but dazed with desire. I didn’t know what she was looking for, but whatever it was, she seemed to find it.

With a desperation that matched my own, she tangled her fingers into my hair and guided my face to hers. Now that she was no longer holding up that damn blanket, it pooled around her feet, leaving her magnificently bare.

She pried my lips apart with her own, and her tongue immediately darted in, claiming me. Consuming me. I grabbed handfuls of her ass, and she jumped into my arms, using the wall behind her as support. A low moan lodged in my throat when her ankles crossed around my waist.

Still holding on to her, I moved away from the door and towards the bed, never allowing my lips to leave hers, not even for a second. With one hand, I ripped at the gaudy drapes surrounding the bed. Then, without preamble, I threw her ontothe mattress, watching her bounce before settling near the pillows.

“Kill…” She licked her lips as her eyes devoured me from head to toe.

I stalked forward, feeling possessed, wondering if this was what a hunter felt like when chasing down prey.

The world around me disappeared, and my breathing became a ragged sound, distant almost, and nearly inaudible compared to the drumming in my ears. Z consumed all of my focus, splayed out before me like a feast.

With sure movements, I crawled over her body and grabbed both of her wrists, forcing her arms above her head. This new position thrust her breasts out beautifully, and I lowered my head to take one of the stiff peaks into my mouth.

“Killian,” she moaned, arching.

Paying close attention to her nipples—alternating between one breast and the other—I guided her hands to the bedpost behind her. She immediately grabbed a hold of it with both hands.

“Do not let go,” I warned, my voice a low growl I barely recognized.

“Killian…” Her voice held a note of pleading, though her eyes flashed with a hint of that defiance I’d come to love so much. “What will happen if I do?”

“Trust me. You don’t want to know.” My voice dripped with twisted delight.

Her chest heaved, flushing red, and then she whispered, “Do your worst.”

A shudder rippled through me, and then the tight control I had on my powers…vanished. I knew the second Z felt the effects of my magic because she gasped and began to arch her hips, desperately seeking friction. Color entered her cheeks.

“Oh my god.”

My heart pounded in my ears, my whole body feverish with need, and I allowed the incubus to take over entirely. I cupped her breast with one hand, running the pad of my thumb over her pebbled nipple, while I trailed down her toned stomach with my other hand and stopped when I reached her slick folds.

I hissed out a breath. “You’re so wet for me, baby girl. So goddamn wet.”

I began to move my fingers in and out of her tight channel, my eyes fixed on her face, watching every reaction, breathing in her desire like it had a scent. And maybe it did.

“Yes, Kill. Yes.” She began to whimper and thrash, chasing after my fingers.

“Don’t let go,” I reminded her gruffly, moving off the bed.

Her eyes watched me hungrily, desperately, and my cock twitched. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed the base and gave it a single stroke. It did absolutely nothing to relieve the ache there.

“Kill…” She jerked her hips again, even as her arms remained firmly above her head, that delectable body of hers on display for me.

Visions of what I yearned to do to her played on a loop in my head. If only I had?—

The thought cut off when, on the once-empty nightstand, a few objects materialized seemingly out of thin air.

I didn’t think, couldn’t think, as I jumped up and grabbed the blindfold.

“Do you trust me?” I whispered, returning to the bed and placing one knee beside her.

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