Chapter 34 Violet
Violet
“Can we just talk about this?” Kane barks, frustration snapping through his words.
I keep moving down the hall ahead of him, boots thudding hard enough to rattle the art on the walls. “Nope,” I shout over my shoulder, not slowing in the slightest.
If I turn around right now, I might actually swing on him, and I’m actively trying not to escalate this situation even further.
He keeps pursuing me nonetheless, his irritated growl echoing off the walls. “Violet–”
“Drop it,” I cut in, flinging open the bedroom door and stomping inside. “We’re not doing this tonight.”
Of course he follows me right in, because the man doesn’t know how to take a fucking hint.
This was supposed to be a chill weekend at the lake.
Just the two of us, away from the constant pressure of the Tower, away from prying eyes and pack politics.
And for most of the drive up, it actually was.
We had the windows down, the radio up, his hand warm on my thigh as the world shrunk down to a horizon of pine trees and the sharp bite of lake air.
But the second we pulled into the driveway, he had to open his big mouth and fucking ruin it.
Alpha wants us to ‘play it up’ at the full moon run, he said. Put on a show for the pack, sell the Pairing like it’s some kind of fucking fairytale for mass consumption.
Now, normally, I’d just laugh it off and tell him where to shove his bullshit request, but something about the way he phrased it– like I should be grateful for the opportunity to serve the pack at his side– made my blood run lava-hot.
Before I can even start peeling off my jacket, Kane’s on me, grabbing me by the wrist and spinning me around to face him.
“Stop running away from me,” he huffs, gaze softening. For a second, I almost believe he’s going to apologize for being an ass– but then he doubles down, saying, “It’s just optics, baby. A means to an end.”
I wrench my wrist free of his grip, jaw set tight. “So go play your little puppet show, Kane,” I spit. “If Alpha wants a dog to do tricks, you’re the perfect choice.”
His entire body goes still. For a heartbeat, the room is silent except for the thin, metallic hiss of my jacket zipper as I lower it.
He pins me with a hard look. “You done?”
“Not even close,” I snap, yanking my arms out of the sleeves and shrugging my jacket off. “You wanna sell this as some kind of dream scenario to a bunch of dumb kids who don’t know better, be my guest. But leave me the fuck out of it.”
He steps into my space, voice dropping to a dangerously low decibel. “You think I like this? You think I want to parade you around for Alpha’s amusement?”
“News flash, Commander,” I scoff, giving him my sweetest, fakest smile. “You’re the one who signed up to be Alpha’s attack dog. So don’t act surprised when he starts yanking your leash.”
His upper lip curls back from his teeth in a snarl, but he doesn’t bite back.
He doesn’t say a damn word.
I’m painfully aware that I’m crossing lines here, hitting buttons I have no business pressing, but I can’t stop. I’m too riled up, too far gone. Because this is what I do– I push, I poke, and inevitably, I chase away anything good that comes my way.
It’s like starting a wildfire that’s impossible to contain, some reckless part of me wanting– no, needing– to see just how far I can push him before he snaps. Before he realizes I’m more trouble than I’m worth and walks away for good.
“You want me to play along so bad?” I ask, tilting my chin up as I kick off my boots. “Then fucking make me, Kane. I dare you to try.”
He lets out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Keep it up, mate. If you wanna act like a brat, then I’ll treat you like one.”
“Wow, what a threat,” I shoot back, rolling my eyes. “Whatcha gonna do, ground me? Revoke my privileges?”
Kane stares me down so hard I can feel it in my bones, but I just glare back at him defiantly, refusing to cower.
He jerks his head toward the bed. “Sit.”
I don’t move. “Or what?”
A muscle in his jaw ticks. “Don’t test me,” he warns. “I’m a patient man, but even I have my limits.”
I roll my eyes again as I drop down onto the edge of the mattress, folding my arms with a huff. “What’s the matter, Commander? Afraid Alpha will be disappointed if you can’t control me?”
I barely finish the sentence before his hand darts out, catching me behind the knee and dragging me down flat. In the next blink, he’s straddling me in the center of the bed, one knee on either side of my hips, pressing me into the mattress with his full weight.
“Keep talking,” he growls, voice low and rough. “See what happens.”
“Maybe I’m hoping something does,” I grit out, squirming beneath him. “This whole domesticated act is boring the shit out of me.”
Something flashes in his eyes– all heat and hunger– and for a second, I think he’s going to cave and kiss me. Instead, his hand curls around my chin and he tips my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“You know what your problem is?” he murmurs, arching a dark brow. “You think if you bite me hard enough, I’ll walk. But I’m not going anywhere, Violet. Not now, not fucking ever. You’re mine.”
I open my mouth to tell him exactly where he can go, but he cuts me off with a bruising kiss, all heat and possessive hunger. His palm slides up my thigh, squeezing hard enough to bruise as I gasp into his mouth, liquid heat blooming low in my belly.
He pulls back, breathing hard, dark eyes boring into mine. “You wanna fight?” he rasps. “We can fight. But you’re not walking out of this room until I win.”
I arch up, grinding against him. “Try me,” I snarl, voice sweet as poison.
His hand tangles in my hair and he yanks my head to the side, exposing my throat. He licks a stripe from my collarbone to the hinge of my jaw, then nips hard enough to make me hiss in a breath through my teeth.
“Such a fucking brat,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over my skin. “You need someone to put you in your place.”
“Yeah?” I pant, biting back a moan as his teeth scrape along my pulse point. “You volunteering, or just talking shit?”
He yanks me upright and flips me over, pinning me face-down with a palm in the center of my back. The move knocks the breath from my lungs, but I twist my head so I can peer back at him over my shoulder, eyes narrowed.
“If you don’t want this,” he says, voice deadly calm, “tell me now.”
I bare my teeth in a vicious smile. “If I didn’t want it, you’d be on the floor by now.”
That’s all he needs. He grabs both my wrists in one hand and pins them at the small of my back, then reaches for the waistband of my leggings. I tense, but I don’t fight him. The anticipation of what’s coming is a white-hot current beneath my skin, every nerve ending lit up with need.
He drags my leggings and underwear down in one rough motion, baring my ass to the cool air. I shiver, but not from the chill.
Kane palms my ass, kneading the flesh before landing a slap so hard the sound echoes off the walls. I gasp, the sting racing through my body, heat pooling in my core.
“You gonna behave?” he asks, voice pure steel.
I grin back at him over my shoulder. “Not a chance, Daddy Kane.”
He groans low in this throat and spanks me again, harder, the burn immediate and addictive. My thighs clench, liquid heat flooding between them.
He bends down, his mouth at my ear. “Say it.”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, refusing to give in.
He spanks me again, and this time, he doesn’t let up.
The sounds echo through the room as his slaps rain down, my ass prickling and throbbing under his palm.
I’m soaking wet, and from the way he inhales deeply through his nose and groans, he fucking knows.
He slides his fingers between my legs, a deep growl rumbling in his chest when he finds me drenched.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice gone ragged. “Acting all tough, but you’re fucking dripping for me.”
His fingers circle my clit, teasing and relentless. I try to bite back my moan, but it slips out anyway, high-pitched and needy.
“Want me to stop?” he asks, movements stilling.
I lift my hips, chasing his touch. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
He lets out a low chuckle and plunges two fingers inside me. I buck against his hand, the sudden stretch making me see stars. He pumps them in and out, steady and deep, thumb never leaving my clit.
“You gonna be a good girl and come for me?” he taunts.
I grit my teeth, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing exactly how that lands, but my body betrays me. The coil inside me winds tighter with every thrust of his fingers, and I’m already too damn close to unraveling.
He slows his movements again, just enough to drive me crazy. “Say you’re mine,” he orders, voice laced with command.
I shake my head, even as my hips chase his hand. “Fuck you.”
He pulls his fingers out, and for a second, I want to scream. But he only pauses long enough to shove his own pants down, then hauls me up onto my knees.
My breath catches as his tip presses against my entrance, then all the air leaves my lungs in a rush as he sinks inside me in a single, punishing thrust. It fills me so deep I nearly collapse, but he doesn’t wait or give me time to adjust– he just fucks into me hard and fast, each thrust punctuated by a slap of his hips against my reddened ass.
“Say it,” he grits out, voice gone feral. “Say you’re mine.”
He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me upright, his other hand snaking around to grip my throat. My back arches, the new angle letting him go even deeper.
I gasp for air, my head spinning. The pain, the pressure, the way he’s using my body… every part of me is lit up, the sensation almost too much.
“Say it,” he snarls, lips right at my ear.
And then I break.
“I’m yours,” I cry out, the words torn from somewhere deep in my chest. “Fuck, Kane, I’m yours.”
He groans in satisfaction, a shudder running through his whole body. His thrusts lose rhythm, growing erratic as the coil in my belly snaps and I come hard, muscles clenching around him.
Fireworks explode behind my eyes as I freefall into my climax, and he keeps fucking me right through it, his grip on my throat just tight enough to keep me riding the edge of bliss. He follows a few seconds later, slamming in deep, every muscle in his body tensed as he empties inside me.
We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, both of us slick with sweat, trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. For a long time, neither of us speaks. My pulse thuds in my ears like a war drum, my ass still throbbing where he slapped it raw.
Finally, Kane rolls onto his back, dragging me with him until I’m sprawled half on top of his chest. He strokes a hand down my back, his other arm banded tight around my waist.
“Was any of that real?” he asks, voice a low rumble against my cheek.
I know what he’s asking. Not about the sex, but the fight that led to it. I nuzzle into his neck, refusing to answer.
He huffs out a soft laugh. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
We lie there, letting the quiet fill in around us, the world shrinking to the soft hush of our breath and the hard, unyielding line of his body against mine.
After a while, I murmur, “If you want me to show up at that run and act like a model mate, you’re out of your goddamn mind.”
He smirks, brushing his thumb over the curve of my hip. “I don’t really care about the politics. I just want you there beside me.”
I grunt– not quite a yes, but not a no, either.
He threads his fingers through my hair. “How about we make a deal?”
I prop my chin on his chest, eyeing him warily. “What kind of deal?”
“Just come with me. You don’t have to put on a show or play nice for anyone.” He pauses, tracing the lines of ink down my bicep. “And in return, we spend the whole weekend right here. No politics, no bullshit. No interruptions.”
I pretend to consider it, but the thought of spending the next two days locked away, nothing but sweat and skin and the slow burn of our bodies, has me nodding before I can help it.
“Fine,” I sigh, rolling my eyes. “But only if you buy my cereal again.”
He grins, white teeth gleaming in the dark. “Deal.”
We settle back into the mattress, my head on his chest, his heart pounding steady beneath my ear.
I should probably be pissed about how easily he just manipulated me into doing what he wants, but the truth is, I like how it feels to be wanted by him. Even if it means giving up a little ground now and then.
Especially if it means this.
After a while, the silence grows comfortable again. I drift on the edge of sleep, his hand warm and heavy on my back, the lingering ache of his palm on my ass a reminder of exactly who I belong to. And for the first time, belonging to someone doesn’t feel scary or stifling. Because it’s him.
And just as much as I’m his, he’s mine.