Page 72 of Wrath

“You were out of your mind with lust, Z,” Killian whispered, his lips barely moving.

“So were you,” I pointed out.

“And I released my powers to create even more lust.” He swallowed again. “You would’ve done anything I asked of you.”

I realized then that this fear of Killian’s went much deeper than me, than us.

He didn’t want to become his father.

Didn’t want to become a man who raped, brutalized, and destroyed innocent women.

I could see it written across every line of his handsome face.

I tightened my grip on his cheeks and whispered, “You are not your father.”

His eyes widened. “Z, how did you know?—?”

“You arenothim,” I continued. “And you’ll never be him. You’re Killian. And you’re kind and smart and innocent and sweet and?—”

A blush stained his cheeks. “Z, stop.”

“—perfect and silly and handsome and?—”

“Z,” he urged.

I offered him a weak smile. “And you’re not your father. You’ll never be him. Everything that happened just now was consensual. I wanted it. I wanted you. And when you fucked me with your tail?” A shiver dusted over my skin. “It felt fucking amazing.”

A hesitant light entered his eyes, even as his lips twitched in the beginnings of a smile. “It did?”

“It definitely did.”

And it made me wonder how full I could become. How many cocks—or other appendages—could I fit in my body at one time?

Focus, Z!

I breached the distance between us to plant my lips against his. “I love you, Kill.”

He trembled in my embrace. “I love you too. So damn much.”

He kissed me once more, and I wilted against him, my body feeling limp and pliant.

All around us, the world began to glow, the light so intense that I squeezed my eyelids shut. When I reopened them, I found myself…

About to be run over by a panicking, six-hundred-pound bear.

“What the fuck?” Killian and I both dived out of the way, and the bear jerked to a stop, practically tripping over himself in his haste not to crush us.

“Z! Kill! You two are back!” Ryland materialized beside us, the shadows parting just enough to reveal his ice-blue eyes.

“Where are we?” I frowned as I took in my surroundings.

“We are…” Ryland’s gaze flicked to something over my shoulder. He cursed under his breath. “We are running for our damn lives. We need to leave. Now.”

“Huh?” I frowned and exchanged a look with Killian, who appeared just as confused.

Beside us, Lupe began to pace anxiously.

And then, from the forest, something screamed. The high-pitched, keening cry caused the fine hairs on my arms to stand at attention.

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