Page 222 of Darling Wildfire
The air took on a fervorous edge and I captured her lips in my own. She tore at my jeans that stuck frustratingly to my skin now that they were soaking wet. With the passion came the pain of my injuries as we molded our bodies together, but even that wasn’t close enough. I crushed her against the tile wall, my hand around her throat now gripping the back of her neck. She hissed in pain against my lips but when I looked down at her own injuries she made a sound of protest and jerked my chin back to hers, kissing me once more.
Kaelin’s hand closed around my cock and I gripped her thighs and pulled her up into my arms. Her back slammed against the tile and as she wrapped her legs around me. I slowly slipped inside her and we both moaned in pleasure, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I watched the ecstasy play across her face with each stroke of my cock. Her soft pants caressed my face and as our eyes clashed I knew I’d never be the same. My lips crushed hers again, biting her lip, the need to claim what was mine a nearly insatiable urge.
A few more strokes and the pain became too much. I set her down and turned her, shoving her into the tile. She pushed her hips back, her breathless moans a silent plea. I drove back into her with a growled curse and slapped her ass, then grabbed her hips and set a relentless pace that soon had us both on the edge of unraveling.
My hand went around to rub her clit and I leaned into her, sinking my teeth into her neck. She cried out and arched into me, the look of divine pleasure on every inch of her face.
“Yes, oh god—yes—” She gasped.
“It’s not god who makes you shatter so beautifully,” I growled against her neck. “I don’t want his name on your lips—only mine.” My words were ragged as I fought through the pleasure and the pain. One hand continued to work her clit, the other wrapped once more around her neck. I may have given her all of me, but I would always take what was mine.
“Theron,” Kaelin breathed–a plea or a prayer—her pussy gripping my cock as the wave of pleasure crashed over us. Maybe it was both. A plea for release, a prayer for rapture. I hit the edge and the energy between us sparked, collided and pulled me in. The burn was everything—the pleasure immeasurable. There was no beginning and no end as the intensity rippled through us.
My hands left her body and slammed against the wall as I began to come down, sucking in air as I pressed against her. We came back down to earth, our skin still molded together still burning to the touch. I rested my lips againsther neck and she turned her head to me, sharing air and those green flames I’d fallen in love with burned through the storm in mine.
“I love you,” she murmured. Such small words for something so vast but I could see the breadth of her conviction and all the question marks bled away.
“I love you too, darlin’,” I growled and I knew in my soul I meant it with everything I was.
Who am I if not a hunter?
Maybe, just a man in love.
I looked down at the wildfire in her eyes and claimed her lips once more.
EPILOGUE
THERON
After showering with Kaelin and showing her exactly what I meant by my words, I knew there was one more thing I had to do before I could put this all behind me.
Albatron.
My men had said he wanted to talk and that he had something of mine. I walked down into the basement where I’d put him in one of the holding cells. He was leaning against the back wall, calm and collected. I opened the door and stood in the entrance.
“You have two minutes,” I demanded.
Albatron met my gaze.
“I appreciate a man that is direct and to the point,” he said. “So I will be too.”
There was a pause and when I didn’t speak, Albatron continued.
“I have Gabriel Griffin,” Albatron said. “And…your daughter.”
Time stopped, then I was on Albatron, grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him back against the wall. He regarded me as calm as ever.
“If you’ve hurt her—” I snarled.
“I propose a trade,” Albatron said.
“You’re not in a position to bargain,” I growled.
His lips twitched. “You don’t want me as your enemy, North. I admire what you’ve built over the years. I will even admit to letting Vetticus have too much rein. But I am not so easily snuffed out and if you kill me—well, I don’t advise it.”
“Is that a threat?”
“I don’t deal in threats,” Albatron said smugly. “It is simply a fact. What I’m proposing is beneficial to all parties.”
