Page 71 of Wrath

“Kill?” I pushed myself upright, searching the room for my incubus prince. My heart clenched painfully as soon as I caught sight of him. “Killian?”

He sat in the corner of the room, still naked, with his knees pressed up to his chest. He had both of his arms wrapped around them, as if he were trying to hold himself together. His head was lowered, allowing me to clearly see the ivory hornspoking through his mane of garnet-red hair. Behind him, his tail thrashed from side to side, thumping against the floorboards.

Soft, indistinct murmurings left his lips as his body shook.

“Kill, I can’t hear you.” Tentatively, I stood, not caring that I was still naked. “What are you saying?”

I ventured a few steps closer, and his words reached me, guttural and raspy.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

What the fuck?

Immediately, I dropped to the ground beside him and wrapped him in my arms. He stiffened, almost as if a bolt of lightning had struck him, but didn’t push me away. A heavy weight settled in my chest.

“Are you apologizing about…what we did?” I asked, the last of the lust dissipating, replaced by something akin to fear.

Killian slowly lifted his gaze and pierced me with an unreadable stare. “I am so sorry.”

He choked on the last word and turned away, clearing his throat.

I frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“I think we were under some kind of spell. A lust spell. I could practically taste the pheromones in the air.” His nose wrinkled, and he sniffed again, dropping his attention to his raised knees.

“Do you regret what happened?” My heart began to beat even faster.

Killian’s head snapped up, shock and a multitude of other emotions bursting to life in his eyes. “No! I mean…yes! I mean, I don’t fucking know.” He lowered his gaze once more. “I fucked you with my tail, Z.”

“And…?” I arched an eyebrow at him, wondering where he was going with this train of conversation.

My pussy convulsed deliciously around nothing but air at the reminder of Killian inside of me. I’d never felt so full as I had when he fucked me with both his tail and cock. At first, it had hurt, but the pain had quickly given way to a pleasure so intense, I’d seen stars behind my eyes.

“And?” Killian stared at me incredulously. “Isn’t that revolting to you?”

I jerked as if I’d been slapped. “Revolting?” I paused as something occurred to me. “Didyouthink it was revolting?”

Killian opened, closed, and then opened his mouth once more, before dragging a hand down his face. “It doesn’t matter what I think.”

“It does if you’re going to throw that word around,” I snapped.

“What word? Revolting?”

Gritting my teeth together, I nodded.

Killian’s frown deepened, unveiling deep wrinkles around the corners of his mouth. “Z, what I did?—”

“Was fucking amazing,” I insisted. “That was hot, Kill.”

He blinked as if he’d heard me wrong. Those long, sooty lashes of his dusted the high planes of his cheekbones. “What?”

“What we did was hot, Killian. I liked it. Loved it, actually.” Heat stained my cheeks at my confession.

Did it make me sick and twisted to enjoy it as much as I had? Possibly. But I couldn’t say I cared too much.

Killian’s brows drew together. “You don’t think…? You don’t believe that I…?” He swallowed convulsively, and I watched the way his throat bobbed, transfixed. “I didn’t take advantage of you, did I?”

“Kill…” I stared at him in shock. And my heart broke all over again when I noted the pain on his face—the heady mix of self-loathing and disgust. Was that why he was so upset? “You didnottake advantage of me, Killian. At all. Everything thathappened, I wanted to happen.” I gripped his cheeks and forced his gaze to mine. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

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