Chapter Twenty-Eight
In which the phrase “Fight or Fuck” is uncannily accurate.
Luna…
Kai slams me against the wall, kicking the front door shut.
“Your clothes are in my way,” he says, dropping his shirt to the floor. “Get them off.” He growls, he growls like the wolf he truly is, and pulls the straps down on my dress, bending to fasten his mouth against one of my nipples. I’m awkwardly trying to get my hands on his belt buckle while wanting to grab his hair and keep his mouth right where it is, and none of it is going well.
When I was in Kai’s smashed-up car, watching him stride over to that asshole and take him off his feet with a single hand wrapped around his throat… My lower half has been on fire ever since. I don’t want to think about what that means and when he thrusts his tongue in my mouth, I suck on it, enjoying his groan.
I’m wet. I’m so wet and desperate enough for him that I can feel the moisture trickling down the inside of my thigh. When he yanks my undies off, ripping them on the way down my legs, I don’t complain. He hoists me up with a grip on my ass and takes his cock out with his other hand, rubbing it up and down between my legs.
“I was gonna take some time,” he pants in my ear. “Get ya relaxed with a couple of orgasms first, but that’s not happening. I’m shoving my cock in you and you’d better be ready to take me.” The thick head of his shaft pushes through my opening and surges halfway up my channel as he smothers my shriek with his kiss. It’s vicious and fast, his piercings rippling against my delicate nerve endings, the metal rubbing hard against my clitoris on the way in and lighting up my G-spot on the way out.
I was not ready for that.
My back arches and I sink my teeth into his thick shoulder. The sting and stretch are as intense as the first time we were together, though I can feel the pleasure starting to bloom under the pain.
“Let me in, little fox,” he grits out, “dinna fight me. I’m gettin’ inside ya, all the way. There’s another place in your sweet cunt… when I hit the top of ya, it’s right there. I push into it, and your eyes roll back, ya cling to me, and it’s the hottest fecking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Bouncing me slightly, he pushes deeper, and my teeth sink into his skin. The coppery taste hits my tongue. “I’m sorry,” I moan, “I didn’t mean to do that.”
His enormous paw settles over the back of my head, and he pushes my mouth against him again.
“Harder,” he rasps.
I scream my orgasm into his warm skin, and he doesn’t even slow down.
“This perfect fecking pussy belongs to me,” he groans, “no one else is ever gettin’ inside ya, you’re mine.” He takes six huge strides, getting us to a couch in the living room and he pulls out of me just long enough to throw me face down over the arm before he shoves himself back in.
My feet are kicking up helplessly, left dangling as he grips both my hands behind my back, wrapping his long fingers around my wrists and using me to pull his cock in and out. Ah, god… this position makes him feel even bigger as he pounds inside me. Whoever chilly, controlled Kai has turned into is murmuring filthy things to me; how beautiful I am, how he wants to be inside me all the time.
“This- th- I-” I’m trying to communicate something but I have no idea what and my face is buried in the couch cushion so it’s coming out sounding more like, “Mmmph! Mmmph!” When he wraps my long hair around his fist and pulls my head back, turning me to look at him, it makes me arch harder against those piercings, those fucking piercings are strumming inside me like a bow against violin strings and I come again.
“There’s nothing hotter than when you come. Keep your eyes on me,” he grunts, gaze darting between my face and where we’re joined.
“I can’t. Do. It. Again.” I gasp out in time to his thrusts. “You. Gotta. Come.”
“Not just yet,” he grins luridly, a filthy little smile I’ve never seen before, his eyes narrowed and the color of the deepest part of the forest. “You can come again for me.”
He pulls harder against my trapped wrists, and my breathing can’t catch up with his ferocity. Spots float in my vision, like when I hold my breath for a long time and I groan weakly when his strong thighs trap mine between them, squeezing my legs together. “Make me work to get inside ya.” He growls as he feels me tighten down against him again. Two fingers slide down to pinch my clitoris, and when I come again, I can’t draw in enough breath. The spots dancing in my vision spread out, and the last thing I hear is my husband’s groan as he floods me.
“Wake up, baby…”
I open my eyes to find I’m in bed. Our bed. Kai’s seated next to me, leaning over to study my expression.
“What happened?” I slur.
“Ya passed out,” he says, gently pulling me up enough to sit against the headboard and putting a pillow behind me. “Ya do that often?”
Burying my face in my hands, I groan. “No.”
Kissing the side of my head, he says, “There’s nothing sexier.”
“There’s something wrong with me.”
“Why do ya think that?”
“I should have tumbled out of what was left of the Range Rover and puked up everything in my body. I should have cried or screamed or something. But when you helped me into the other SUV, the only thing I could think of was just how fucking hot you are. You were steering and shooting and talking dirty to me and acting like this was just another Wednesday afternoon.” I move two fingers to peek at him. Is he mad? Amused?
“Baby, when you’ve been in a near-death experience, human nature’s first impulse is to fight or fuck,” he says, smoothing my hair back from my face.
“That must get weird when it’s just you and your cousins, then.”
That comment treats me to another one of his spectacular laughs, his gorgeous head thrown back, and lovely white, even teeth on display.
“Let’s just say I’ve gotten more black eyes from Michael, the arsehole, than I ever have from an enemy.” He studies my expression. “What’s wrong?”
“Who were they?”
“We’re not completely sure. None of the bodies we recovered have any identifiable ink or brandings.”
“What?” I wheeze, “Brandings?”
“Some organizations, cartels mostly, brand their members.” He pours a bottle of water into a glass, hands it to me and waits for a moment to make sure my hands are steady. There’s something about the little act, that he took the time to pour me a glass instead of just shoving the water bottle at me, it’s making me feel happier than I should be.
This is temporary, I remind myself. It’s not going to last. Don’t get comfortable.
“- and the eejits dinna realize how easy they’re making it for law enforcement to track ‘em.”
Oh, that’s right. We’re talking about brandings and the people who tried to murder us.
“Is it safe to assume that they were hired by the Aristocrats, or do you guys have a running list of people who want you dead?”
He has the utter audacity to find this amusing. “Always a list of enemies, though they seem the most likely cause for today’s shite show. No one else is stupid enough to attack us in broad daylight.”
“Two trucks and two cars and however many guns seem like overkill.” I wince when I realize what I said. “Here comes the dark humor.”
“Again, a coping mechanism and spot-on, lass.” He takes the glass from me, setting it on the bedside table. “We’ll find out more after Duncan and Logan finish their conversation with the survivor.”
“When you say conversation…” I can’t shut up today. “Does that involve power tools, like your Uncle Lachlan's?”
He’s not even listening, running the back of his fingers against my arm. “Did I hurt ya?”
“I’m gonna walk with a limp for the next week, but…” I’m teasing but I realize he’s serious when he frowns.
“I’ll be canny next time.”
“What does that mean?”
His fingers make their way up to my shoulder and then settle around my neck. “I’ll be more careful next time.”
“Why?” I officially have no control over my mouth. “Please don’t. Did you notice me coming until I lost consciousness? That’s a pretty sound endorsement of your skills. I’m not even including your piercings in that assessment, though I will say they have their own personal hall of fame in my memories.”
“Really…”
Oh, shit. Based on that one word and the expression on his face, I might be needing a safe word.