37. Sina
My pulse started to pound. I didn’t have many people in my life, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it if something had happened to them. I swallowed my nerves and asked, “Are they okay? Jackson… Danielle?”
“They’re fine, Sina. Don’t worry. But a girl was killed in the alley behind the bar. It wasn’t random. The vampire wasn’t just feeding. He was hunting.”
The world tilted.
“Hunting?” My voice sounded far away, like it belonged to someone else. “Hunting what ?”
His eyes locked onto mine. “ You , Sina. That rogue was looking for you. ”
“ Me? ” My throat closed over the word. My brain tried to reject the information, but cold crept under my skin, anyway. “ Oh my God. ” My throat constricted. “Why me?”
I panted through my fear as Kiron tugged me closer, guiding my legs until my thighs rested over his and I was practically straddling him on the bike. Then his warm hands came up to frame my face.
“ Sina. Look at me .” The compulsion slid over me forcing my eyes to meet his glowing red gaze. “I am way more dangerous than any rogue. Do you hear me?”
I wanted to agree, but I couldn't seem to get enough air in my lungs. My head spun. He growled when I didn't respond.
“We will catch him, Sina. Don't be afraid.” He smoothed a hand down my cheek. “You have four dangerous monsters protecting you: Nik, Harlow, Rafe, and me. We won't let anyone fucking near you ever again.”
His promise cut through the spiral in my head, low and certain. But it wasn't enough to stop me from spiraling.
“ Damn it , Sina, don’t panic, baby. ”
“Why is it that as soon as I started feeling safe again something had to ruin it Kiron? I'm sick and tired of being afraid.”
He growled more to himself than to me when I still couldn’t seem to calm myself. His warmth seeped into my hair and a tug pulled a hiss from my lips, the sharp sting of pain grounding me.
“There you go, my little spitfire. You're safe. And you're mine. ” His hold on my hair tightened, my head falling back. “And I protect what's mine.”
I shivered.
“Do you understand me, Sina? I’ll fucking kill him for even trying to hunt you.”
A soft whimper left my lips. My mind started to clear from the panic attack. Kiron stroked the side of my neck gently with his thumb. The weight of his hold stole the last of my fear. When I finally took a full breath, he spoke again. “Do you trust me to protect you, to keep you safe?”
Trust didn’t come easy to me. It never had. But sitting on his motorcycle with the dark stretching out below us, I found myself nodding anyway.
“I trust you.”
“Good fucking girl.”
He leaned in and kissed me, soft but certain, like a promise pressed into my lips. And for the first time since he’d spoken, the panic inside me quieted completely.
His kiss was soft and slow at first, his hands settling on my thighs before gliding up my hips, thumbs brushing the strip of skin between my pants and jacket.
My arms slid up around his shoulders as I settled further into his lap.
My tongue chased his, deepening our kiss.
He fought back, his mouth dominating mine, nipping at my lip.
His hands tightened on my hips and he rocked me against him.
I gasped when I felt him harden beneath me.
“Those little soft moans are addictive, princess. ”
He ground me down on him again, harder this time, and another moan slipped out of me before I could stop it.
His length pressed against my clit, and my eyes rolled back as I instinctively pulled myself closer, arching into him.
His mouth claimed mine again, slower this time, deeper, like he wanted me dizzy on it. On him.
And I was .
His hands slid from my waist up my spine, under my clothes, where he dragged his nails against my skin and made me hiss in pain and pleasure.
He gripped my jaw, forcing our mouths apart. I attempted to capture his swollen lips again, but his fingers tightened their grip, firm and possessive, and he shifted me slightly, adjusting my balance on the bike.
“Lean back for me.” The hunger in his voice made my stomach flip.
I let him guide me, my back arching as he eased me backward between the handlebars. Cool metal pressed lightly against the back of my neck while his dark eyes tracked every inch of me.
My breath came faster, chest rising and falling as I gripped the bars on either side of my head for balance. The position left me open, stretched out in front of him, completely at his mercy—and he knew it.
His hands dragged slowly up my sides, thumbs brushing beneath the edge of my jacket and skimming warm skin. I shivered, my hips shifting on instinct, and the movement pulled a low sound from him.
“Look at you. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so worked up for me.”
I bit my lip, but it didn’t stop the soft sound that slipped out when he unbuttoned my jeans, dragged them down just enough to trap my legs and slid his fingers inside my panties.
He found my clit immediately, flicking over it in slow, deliberate strokes that made my head tip back against the bars as a wave of sensation rolled through me.
“I’ve been desperate to touch you, my princess. ”
He dipped two thick fingers into my heat, hooking them inside me and stretching me open.
I cried out, white knuckling the handlebars.
My head fell back farther until I could see the stars above me.
He dragged my wetness back up to my clit, then slid his fingers inside me again, curling and swirling them in slow, maddening strokes.
Over and over, the sensation built until it felt like my nerves were on fire.
“Do you really trust me, Sina?”
There was this seriousness, but also a darkness too, that caught me off guard.
I lifted my head to look at him. I did trust him—but the look in his eyes said whatever he had planned next was going to test that trust. I swallowed thickly and slowly nodded.
That earned me faster strokes, and I moaned, teetering dangerously close to release.
Then he stopped, pulling his hand free from between my thighs. I grunted in protest. My eyes widened as he sucked his fingers clean with a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest.
Damn, that was hot as hell.
“Addictive,” he purred. He grabbed my chin with those same fingers and forced me to look up at him.
“I’m going to fuck you bent over my bike.
And right when you’re about to come…” He groaned softly, eyes falling shut like he was salivating for a taste of me.
When they opened again, the red glow had returned, and his fangs had lengthened. “I’ll mark you for the first time.”
I shivered in anticipation.
His hand slid to my neck, indicating exactly where he planned to bite me. I whimpered, my body trembling. I knew how it felt to come while being fed on by Harlow when we kissed and while being compelled—but this would be different. Kiron would actually bite me.
Feed on me .
“Tell me I can, Sina. Please . I don’t think I can hold back from you much longer— fuck , I will if you want me to. But I promise you I will make it so fucking good for you, baby.”
The feral look in his dark eyes was so damn sexy my whole body hummed with pleasure. I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him to prove it. Show me just how good it would be.
“I want you, Ki. Please ."
“Thank fuck.”
Kiron slipped off the back of the bike and offered me his hand, helping me sit up so I could pull my jeans off all the way.
Then he guided me forward again, repositioning me until I was draped over the front of the motorcycle again, only this time I was chest down against the fuel tank, my hands gripping the handlebars for balance.
The icy air cooled the back of my thighs and made me shiver in anticipation.
“Look at you, baby girl. So fucking ready for me.”
A ghost of a touch slid up my bare thigh to my pussy, where he dipped his fingers inside me again. I bit my lip to stifle a moan and held onto the handlebars for dear life, with my thighs spread wide. I was at his mercy.
He walked slowly around the bike, boots crunching over gravel, his fingers trailing along my body in soft, teasing caresses while he took in the sight of me spread over the motorcycle.
But it was I who was drunk on him, my entire body hyper-aware of the predator standing over me.
He stopped in front of the bike, and I lifted my head slightly from the tank so I could see him. He looked even larger from this angle, his broad frame swallowing the surrounding darkness. Crickets chirped somewhere in the distance.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free, positioning himself right in front of me so it was at eye level. I bit my lip as he lazily stroked himself .
“Open. Tongue out,” he murmured, brushing the head of his cock over my lips and smearing them with his excitement.
I did what he demanded and was rewarded with the sexiest growl I've ever heard. It sent a fresh wave of heat to my core, reminding me of when we first met. His cock was warm against my tongue and he hissed when I swallowed the head of him, his hand gathering my hair into a fist.
“You feel better than I anticipated, princess.” He groaned when I sucked him harder. “Yesss… just like that. Nice and slow, baby.”
My thighs wanted to press together as another wave of need flooded my core, but the bike between my legs kept them apart. I moaned around him, desperate for my own release.
I sucked him deeper, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him as far back as I could.
I wanted to touch him with my hands but I couldn't, not with how he had me laid out.
I moaned as I took him into the back of my throat, my eyes watering at his girth.
He was a lot bigger than Nik, and my eyes watered from the effort.
I tightened my grip on the handlebars, anchoring myself while he guided my mouth in slow, languid strokes.
His hips jerked forward on a guttural growl, his entire body tensing as if he was forcing himself to hold back.
That bothered me.
Not because I wanted him rough. Okay, maybe I did a little bit. I just didn’t want him treating me like I was fragile. Like I might break if he let himself go. I didn’t want distance. I wanted him. All of him.
I pulled free, gasping for a breath, my voice raspy as I spoke, “I take it back.”
The words slipped out before I could think them through. Maybe it was my sex crazed brain or the fact that I trusted him that made me want to give him power over me.
I wasn't sure, but who was I to question it?
He stilled, lifting my head just enough to meet his eyes.
“Use your words, Sina. What are you taking back? You want me to stop?”
I shook my head, unsure how to explain what I meant.
He looked like a devil above me, eyes glowing like rubies in the dark. It was so dark now I couldn’t see the cliff’s edge anymore, and for a second it felt like we were suspended over nothing.
“Okay, what then?” He stroked my hair gently while his cock hovered inches from my lips.
“I want…” I trailed off, struggling to push the words past the tightness in my throat. I wanted to stop thinking. Stop worrying. Just feel him. Trust him with my pleasure. So I could turn my brain off and just feel . I reached for him again, but he growled softly.
His hand slid to my throat, and a quiet moan slipped from my lips.
“Use me,” I breathed around his hold.
He lifted a brow, an almost cruel smile tugging at his mouth.
“ Are you saying I can fuck you however I want ?” He tilted his head, studying me. The movement was predatory. My nipples pebbled.
When I didn’t answer right away, his hand tightened slightly—just enough to make my breath hitch. I nodded frantically. I wanted it so badly I couldn’t get the words out.
He released my throat and stepped behind me again, moving out of my line of sight. I tried to lift my head to follow him, but he pressed a hand firmly against the center of my back, holding me in place.
“Are you sure, my little spitfire? That’s a lot of power for a feral beast like me,” he murmured near my ear, his voice low and serious now. The dark edge in it slid over my skin like fire.
I bit my lip and nodded again .
He slapped my ass lightly, making me hiss, then rubbed the sting away with his palm.
“ Use your words, Sina. I never want to misinterpret your consent. This is about you trusting me, remember?”
“ Yes , Kiron. Please fuck me however you want.”
He could have owned me with a command. Instead, he wanted me to surrender to his darkness. Willingly .