Chapter 18
POV: Cain?
She would be the death of me.
Of all my self control—of my wolf’s self control—of my reasonableness and functionality as a regular human man.
I knew that by staying inside the human world, I was risking a lot, especially seeing my mate be hit on by fucking twats right in front of my face.
I wanted to skin that guy alive, keep him locked up in a basement and burn his skin with salt—all because he even thought of asking my mate out.
I’m acting like a psychopath, I know.
But that’s what the mate bond does to you.
It makes you feral. It makes you insane. It makes you violent.
And for an Alpha—it’s over three times worse.
That’s exactly why I pinned Kiera against the wall and exactly why my hand clasped around her throat.
I was so close—so fucking close to marking her and taking what’s mine.
But I needed to think rationally. It was too soon to mark her.
I knew that she’d either freak out or run or probably go into hiding then I’d have to kidnap her and hold her prisoner against her will. I didn’t want that. I didn’t need that on top of everything else.
So…I moved my mouth slowly away from her neck and retracted my canines.
But I kept my hold along her neck as I stared deep into those blue, stubborn eyes of hers. “You made me very angry, Kiera. Very fucking angry.”
She didn’t quiver. She didn’t shake. But her eyes plead, apologizing without saying a single word.
“I know it isn’t your fault that men want you—-but I can’t help my anger.”
She nodded her head as if she understood.
“I need you, Kiera.”
She bit her lip down, looking over my face, trying to find the human inside of me when it was so far beneath my surface.
But instead of staring at me in complete fear, she stared at me with longing, as if she wanted the same thing I wanted—for me to be deep inside of her.
“Now,” I growled out, spreading her legs apart and sliding my hand down the side of her black pencil skirt.
Her legs shook but her hands found their way to my neck, as she lightly intertwined them in a loop around me, giving me quiet permission to lift her from the ground.
I lifted her into my grasp, intertwing her legs around my waist.
She moaned slightly as she felt my erection against her.
Slowly, I carried her to the carpet in her living room and set her down.
“The floor?” she asked in confusion, looking up at me with wide, pleading eyes.
Goddess, she would be my undoing.
If she had wolf blood in her then I’d fuck her at least three times in a row. But I knew that her fragile human pussy couldn’t take that much.
“Yes, the floor,” I echoed, watching her spread her legs for me.
“I’ve never had sex on the floor,” she muttered, blushing.
“Good,” I replied, running my hands down her breasts and grouping them, then lifting her up, turning her around and smacking her ass.
She let out a quick cry before, arching her back towards me in a submission position.
I quickly tore her shirt off, ripping it into pieces, then next tore her skirt off, ruining it the same.
She gasped, not expecting it, but still remaining in place. Her lacy white bra clung to her back along with a thin piece of fabric that served as panties.
“I want to see these again,” I purred into her ear, rubbing my clothed erection along her entrance. I carefully unlatched her bra then slowly took off her panties and placed them to the side.
With one swift movement, I unlatched my belt and tossed my pants to the floor. A groan expelled from her as I rubbed my cock along her slick opening.
“So fucking wet for me,” I muttered, running my hand down her spine. “Good girl, good girl, Kiera,” I ran the tip of my cock along her clit then along her entryway.
She whimpered then craned her neck back to watch me take her. All of her.
“Keep your eyes on me, sweet girl,” I told her, as I slowly entered her. My eyes never left her pretty little face. “Watch me as I take you—as I fuck what’s mine.”
And she did.
She watched me as I roughly grasped her ass, spreading her further open for me and thrusting into her so deeply then she bit down on her lip.
“Fuck, Kiera,” I mumbled, thrusting into her again and stilling in place. “So fucking tight. So perfect for me.”
“Mhm,” she whimpered, arching her ass further.
“Just like that, baby. Just like that,” I encouraged, fucking her again, longer and harder. I slammed into her again, slapping her ass as I did. “You take my cock so well–so fucking well. Your tight pussy just swallows it up.” Then I twisted my hand around her hair and yanked her head back. “Say it, Kiera. Tell me how well you take it.”
“I love taking your big cock—” she murmured in between a scream.
I was so close.
“Perfect, baby. Tell me more,” I cooed, thrusting at a slowed pace in order to draw out my orgasm.
“It feels so—” she gasped. “So good,” she took a deep breath in. “I love when you fuck me like this.”
“You do?” I asked in a growl.
“Y—yes,” she told me. “Cain.”
My name was like music to my ears.
A few more pumps and I’d come.
“Sweet girl,” I replied, thrusting into her again, hard. “This cock belongs inside you. Tell me you’ll take my cum again,” I growled into her ear as I held myself at her core.
“I’ll take it—” she pleaded, desperate for her release, as I worked her clit with my thumb. “I’ll take all of it.”
“Everytime?”
“Everytime!” she yelled, as she came undone around me, her legs shaking as her head slumped forward in release.
“Fuck, Kiera!” I rasped as I thrusted into her one last time and spilled my cum inside her.