Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Shiloh
How the fuck have I gotten myself into this situation? Fuck. When it comes to Kei, I find myself asking that question over and over again. How has he sucked me in so thoroughly? Why do I want him so desperately?
I have no idea. All I know is I’m about to finally get him out of my system, once and for all.
“This way,” I say, tugging him into an alleyway. I pull out my keys, unlocking the door and pushing Kei inside. I close and lock the door behind us and as soon as I do, my back hits the wall at the bottom of the stairs.
Kei’s face presses against my throat, breathing me in.
My heart hammers against my ribs, my hands shaking with anticipation and excitement as I fist the back of his shirt.
His lips press against my skin and I make a small, barely there, broken noise in the back of my throat.
My inner alpha hates this. Hates that we’re pinned, hates that our throat is exposed, hates that Kei is taking the lead.
He smells so fucking good. He smells like alpha, of course, but his personal pheromones are addicting. He smells like warm bread and butter straight from the oven. I want to devour him.
Instead of letting him have his way with me, I shove him away so hard he hits the wall on the other side of the stairs. I’m the one pinning him against the wall now, biting his shoulder so hard I know it’ll bruise. My chest rumbles with approval.
“Jesus, fuck,” he gasps out, tilting his head back against the wall.
“That’s how I like it,” I tell him with a growl. “Don’t you dare hold back, Kei.”
Kei grabs my face between his palms and angles it up towards him. Then his lips are against mine for the very first time.
Fuck. Shit. Holy Christ. Gods.
Kei kisses fiercely, pressing his tongue into my mouth without waiting. Our tongues meet and he makes a noise.
“Fuck,” he says, pulling back to stare at me. “Of course you have a tongue piercing. Fuck, that’s so hot.” Then he’s diving back in. He nips at my lips. He fights me for dominance. My head swims with arousal so quickly it spins.
This is what I needed. Someone to fight me for dominance. Someone who’d give me as good as I handed it out. Someone to try to put me in my place if they can get the upper hand but knowing I’ll fight them every step of the way.
“Fuck,” I hiss out as I taste blood and I’m not sure if it’s from my lip or from his. “Upstairs. Now.”
I grab his hand and drag him up the stairs to my apartment.
Once inside, our kissing starts up again.
I do my best to guide us towards the bathroom but it’s hard when our backs keep slamming into walls, tables, chairs.
Every surface possible. I’m sure my back will have bruises tomorrow with how hard we’re throwing each other around but I don’t care.
I want there to be marks. I want there to be bruises.
I want proof that tonight really happened even if I only want it to happen once.
We get into the bathroom and I start stripping out of my clothes. I know Kei’s nose is probably hating the way we smell right now. As much as I want to get to fucking, this little pit stop is necessary.
Kei’s hands skim over my skin, making me shiver. His fingers dance across my nipples, just touching and exploring the bars I have through them. His eyes are looking me up and down. I feel weirdly exposed.
“Get naked,” I say against his lips, biting down once just because I can before turning around and starting the shower.
“Why aren’t we going straight to the bed?”
“Because I know I must stink from the club,” I say, looking over my shoulder at Kei. He’s holding his shirt, staring at me. “What?”
“Nothing,” he says but gives me the smallest smile. “You do fucking stink so thank you.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I say, shoving his shoulder. This is supposed to be fucking, not whatever is happening between us right now. I don’t like seeing this side of him. Mostly because I’m realizing maybe I don’t hate it afterall.
I jump into the shower, pulling him in along with me. Kei already has a bruise blooming on his shoulder where I bit him. I touch it, marveling at how pretty it looks against his skin. Gods, I want to cover him in marks.
I push him back until the water is running over his head. I pass him my soap, the one that has scent neutralizing properties so we can get the smell of the club off our skin. We lather each other up quickly before shutting off the water.
We towel ourselves dry before our lips are connected again. I run my fingers down his back, letting my nails dig into his skin. He makes a noise against my lips that makes my cock jump where it’s resting against his hip.
“What the fuck?” I yelp as Kei lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me through my studio apartment.
“Bed?”
I nod towards the corner of my apartment, past the partitions I have set up to give me the privacy of a bedroom. He walks around it and throws me onto the bed. I bounce a few times before sliding myself back.
Kei follows me, kneeling between my legs. It’s really cute that he thinks carrying me somehow gives him the upper hand.
I shove the heel of my foot against his shoulder hard enough that he loses his balance.
Then I pounce on him, pinning him to the bed with me hovering over him.
I smirk down at him before biting the opposite shoulder hard enough to break skin.
The metallic taste of his blood on my tongue makes my stomach swoop violently.
Fuck, have I ever been this turned on before?
“Shit,” Kei hisses out, his hands gripping my shoulders. He digs his nails into my skin so hard I know there will be marks later. “Fuck, Sookie.”
I bite down on his bottom lip before meeting his eye. “Don’t fucking call me that. Call me babe or baby or something. Not that. Not tonight.”
A look of understanding washes over Kei’s features before he’s nodding. Then he puts his palm against my face, shoving me away. I’m so taken by surprise that Kei uses this as an opportunity to flip our positions. He grabs my thigh, wrapping it around his hip and grinds down against me.
“There we go,” he murmurs, looking down at me with dark, hooded eyes. “You like that, sweetheart? You like it rough, just like me.”
I wrap a hand around his throat, just holding, not squeezing. He rubs our hips together, precum smearing against our bellies. It feels so good but it’s not enough. I want to fuck tonight. I want one of us coming apart with the other inside them. I want it all if it’s just one night.
My other hand grabs his pec. Then I tweak his nipple so hard it has him crying out. His mouth finds my clavicle, biting down, breaking skin.
We might be shifters but I’m not worried about either of us mating. A mating bite has to have intention behind it. Our intention tonight is the claim and fuck, but not like that. Not in the way that’s permanent.
I wrap my legs around Kei’s waist. With all my strength, I flip us over once more. Then I pull back in order to get my hands around his hips, flipping him over onto his stomach. I slap his ass so hard it blooms with a bright red hand print straight away. What a pretty sight.
“Remember what you said earlier?” Kei moans, lifting his hips slightly off the bed. I grab each cheek in one hand, giving it a rough squeeze. Then, just to be a dick, I speak in French asking if I can finally eat his ass. “Je vais enfin pouvoir te bouffer le cul?”
Kei snorts. I watch as he clenches his hands into tight fists against the sheet below him. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was nervous. Gods, that’s adorable.
He looks over his shoulder at me and tells me to get to work. “Au boulot, trouduc.”
I don’t have to be told twice.
Pulling Kei’s cheeks apart, I stick out my tongue and lick across his pucker. The noise that Kei makes in response will live in my head rent free for a very, very long fucking time. Holy shit. He sounds so desperate, so turned on. Spank bank material for as long as I live.
“Fuck, baby,” Kei cries out, reaching a hand back until it’s caught in my hair. He tugs on the strands, pain blooming across my scalp.
I eat him out until spit drips down my chin and my jaw aches. I eat him out until his thighs shake. I eat him out until I can fit two fingers into his hole without any resistance. It’s only then that I sit back, wiping my face against the sheets.
“I need to grab the lube,” I tell him softly before biting his ass cheek. I bite down so hard I know it’ll bruise. He’ll be feeling me every time he tries to sit down tomorrow. Gods, inflicting this sort of pain on him turns me on so much. Feeling him mark me right back turns me on even more.
I rummage around my bedside table before pulling out my lube, tossing a condom on the bed as well. I’m about to get back into place behind Kei when he shoves me onto the bed, using his knees to pin my shoulders against the bed. I growl at him, baring my teeth.
Kei flashes me a toothy grin right back. He holds my face still, pushing his cock against my lips. I’m tempted to flash my teeth at him but decide against it.
“If you’re gonna top, you better make it worth my time,” he says, mirroring my words from earlier tonight. I slap his ass as hard as I can and he pushes his cock between my lips.
I squirt lube onto my fingers, bringing them to Kei’s hole. I shove two fingers in straight away before wiggling in a third. He moans above me, holding my face between his hands as he fucks my mouth.
My mind is going blissfully foggy. Kei’s cock pushes past the confines of my throat, choking me. I cough and sputter but Kei doesn’t stop. He stares down at me, watching my every move. I somehow know he’s so focused that if I show even the slightest hesitation, he’d stop.
I desperately want him to keep going. I want him to fuck my throat until I can’t talk tomorrow. I want to be wrecked by him and him alone.