Chapter 8 #2
He presses on and her tongue pushes back, and the taste of heaven floods my brain.
Fuck, if that’s the way she tastes I want more.
It’s sugary and sweet, slightly salty and with enough spice to set my senses on fire.
It’s cinnamon on a winter’s morning and caramel in autumn.
It’s everything I ever wanted and I’d die happy knowing this was the last thing on my lips.
Nia moans and I watch her glowing, reminded of when the sunlight clasps the earth.
She’s rousing from more than just her daze, and the girl my wolf is kissing is fucking fuming.
Lawson growls and kisses her deeper, demanding access to every inch of her mouth and he takes it, whether she likes it or not.
And she softens.
Just a little. By just the smallest, almost undetectable amount. But it’s there and it’s a welcome sign. She’s submitting to Lawson and she’s coming back to him. To us. To me.
Fucking hell, I’m losing my goddamn mind but as Lawson claims her mouth I wish it were me. I’m increasingly jealous of the way he’s taking Nia and I want to be the one handling her like this. Shaping her like this. Saving her like this.
“I’m not done with her, Luke.”
He nips her mouth and she shrieks but it’s more from excitement than fear. Nia’s more than acquiescing, she’s beginning to participate and her tongue starts to play and her lips move, applying the perfect amount of pressure.
“I want her back, Lawson.”
“She’s mine, Luke.”
Like fuck the girl belongs to anyone other than me.
Not even my wolf. Nia’s mine and I’ll be damned if I let some asshole hurt her, and that includes Lawson.
My anger rises and I rage against him, fighting harder than I ever fought him before and the wolf starts to quieten, easing back as he readies to hand over control.
“Wait a few seconds,” he growls.
“For what?” I roar. “She’s mine, Lawson. Nia’s mine. All mine. I want her back, right this goddamn second.”
He laughs and pulls back as he slips into the shadows of the night.
My lips separate from Nia’s and I miss their touch. I miss their taste. I crave their softness and their playfulness. I ache for the way they made me feel. I want her tongue and her taste and her moans and her mews. And I want every single one of them and I want them to myself.
The heat bursting across my face stings as the striking sound of a slap sounds out.
My eyes water, my cheek turns and my mouth falls open, recoiling from the sheer force of the impact.
My eyelids blink, trying to regain focus as I slowly pull myself up, turning to face the pathetic little girl who just hit me so hard it sent me reeling.
“You’re a fucking cunt.”
I nod and grab her wrists. My mouth crashes onto hers and her lips press into mine. Her wrists don’t struggle against my hold and she isn’t fighting me. She arches her back and pushes into me, demanding more as I kiss in the way Lawson kissed her. The way I kissed her this morning.
It’s so damn perfect it’s impossible to think of anything else and the taste of pine nuts and caramel clash with winter’s spice as the sweetness of spring sets my taste buds alight.
She moans.
The girl moans.
For me.
I release a wrist and slide my fingers through her hair, pulling her against me as I soften to see if she’ll follow. Nia does, leaning forward as I move back and the thrill of knowing she wants me is a bolt of lightning that shoots straight to my cock.
My hips open as I lean back and Nia’s free hand slides up my chest as she uses it to support herself. The girl moans as she leans forward and I let her other wrist go, using my hand to lower her onto me.
Fuck knows if I’m comfortable lying half-upright on the sofa but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Nia’s shuffling around, trying to adjust her weight and I let my grip on her hair go, grabbing her ass and hauling her up me.
She pulls back and stares down at me, watching as I settle myself into a more comfortable position.
“Lie down, Nia.”
“No.” She tries to sit up and my hands stop her back pulling away.
“I said lie down.”
She shakes her head. “You’re an asshole.”
We’ve just had the most phenomenal kiss I’ve ever experienced and I’m willing to bet that it was even better for her. And yet, she’s dicking around like a pain in the ass and I want to wring her goddamn neck.
I close my eyes for a second longer than necessary, remembering that this is, at least in part, my fault. Or rather it was Lawson’s fault and he’s my responsibility. The cunt’s disappeared but he’s left me carrying the can and now I’m going to have to turn Nia around. On my fucking own.
“You needed it.” I grin, ignoring the look of annoyance breaking over her face. “I needed it too, sweetheart.”
“I’m not you’re fucking sweetheart.”
Her hand moves at lightning speed but mine moves faster. I catch her wrist—the one she tried to hurt—and her eyes shoot wide, surprised by my speed.
“You needed me.” I sit up a little and she doesn’t pull away. “I needed you. Let’s not overcomplicate this, Nia.”
“Says the man who kidnapped me so he can breed me like a fucking dog but kisses me like I’m much more.” Her eyes burn bright blue and I’ll take every lashing her tongue can dish out to see them stay this way. “I’d say things are more than complicated.”
My jaw ticks. “Lie down, Nia. Before one of us does something that we’ll both regret.”
She growls and I love it.
Lawson growls back and I stare up at Nia, and for the briefest moment that isn’t even a split-second long, a flash of silver threatens to light her irises.
It’s barely there. It’s so faint it’s hard to believe you saw it.
It’s the echo of a memory that you’ve lost in the mists of time.
It’s the smell of home that you can’t put your finger on but you know the second you walk through the door.
It’s moonlight and its moonbeams and the kisses of the sea.
“Nia’s yours, Luke,” Lawson growls. “But she’s all mine.”
I’ve just met Nia’s wolf, and the damn thing is wounded. It’s stunning. So startling my world won’t be the same again. I’m left reeling as if I’ve been gifted a moment of bliss and now every second left to me contains only unbearable agony.
Nia’s lips twitch and she leans forward, lowering herself onto my chest as I recline. We breathe, our bodies moving together as hers rises in time with mine. She tucks her hands beneath her chin and curls up on me and I stare up at the ceiling, ignoring the urge to devour her.
“What happens now?” she asks.
I track the shadows on the ceiling, damned if I know the answer.
Cole and Malcolm are right, something’s wrong with Nia and her wolf.
But that doesn’t make me wrong. The girl might be warm and soft in all the right places but she’s a curse and I won’t forgive her.
I can’t forgive, not for what her father’s done. Not for what she’s done.
“I don’t know,” I reply, and I’ve never been more honest.