Chapter 49 So High School #3
A groan rumbles through him as his tongue drags over my clit. He goes slow at first, taking his time before his pace turns relentless. His lips seal around me, sucking hard.
My hips jerk, and my legs shake as I arch into him, a broken moan spilling from my lips. The noises alone push me closer, every rough stroke of his tongue is like he was made to tear me apart. It's almost too much.
His grip on my thighs tightens, holding me in place, refusing to let me budge. His tongue circles, dragging me to the brink of insanity. I’m already so fucking close.
His teeth graze my clit and it’s enough to have my entire body locked in place. I grip his hair, begging without words, needing him to finish what he started. I want to come all over his face, on his tongue, everywhere. I don't care at this point, I just need it.
And then he’s gone.
His heat disappears, his hands leave my body, and his mouth is no longer between my legs.
My gasp turns into a broken cry, my body seizing around nothing, frantic and aching. I snap my head up just in time to catch him standing between my legs, chin slick, and eyes dark as sin.
He licks his lips, and a shudder racks through me. Holy fuck.
My chest heaves, rage and need tangled together so tight I could scream.
Just as I open my mouth to protest, his mouth is on mine and I can taste myself on his tongue. It's also not lost on me that he's between my legs and I can feel every thick, hard inch of him pressing right where I want it.
His kiss is devastating and his grip is bruising as he pins me against him. I can feel how rough his hands are on my thighs, and it makes my skin burn.
There's no time to react—suddenly my back hits the table hard. He grabs the edge and clears it in one vicious sweep, papers and books crash to the floor as I gasp.
His mouth is back on mine, his hands push up my dress, and I hear the low rasp of fabric tearing before I even realize what’s happening. Did he just…
Then he’s on his knees again, and my back arches off the table the second his mouth closes over me, sucking and licking like he has something to prove.
“Fuck. Kane,” I gasp, and my magic flares. I can feel it under my skin, crackling at the edges.
He groans into me, sending me right to the edge, about to spiral. Then he stops again.
What? No.
A furious whimper escapes before I can stop it as I try to push up.
He straightens, licking his lips, smirking like the arrogant bastard he is.
His hand drags up my thigh, and the other closes around my throat, while his thumb draws small circles.
It's a filthy contrast to the grip that makes it clear I'm not going anywhere.
“Relax, Princess. You’ll get what you need.”
My legs tighten around his waist, dragging him closer.
“Kane,” I pant, but he grabs my wrists, trapping me.
My spine hits the wood as he shoves me back down, spreading my thighs wide. The lights flicker with the pounding in my veins, and I know it sounds crazy, but it almost feels like my magic is as desperate for him as I am.
Is that a thing?
I suck in a sharp breath, forcing it down, trying to calm myself, to contain the wildfire running wild through my body. But Kane doesn’t let me.
His nose brushes mine as he cages me in. His cock grinds between us, right against the spot that has me aching to have him inside me.
“Is this what you want?”
Is he fucking with me? Of course that's what I want. I'm wound so tight I might implode.
He doesn't wait for me to answer him. He’s kissing me. Tasting me. Consuming me. His tongue claims mine as he pulls me to the edge of the table, lining himself up, sliding his dick back and forth against my soaked entrance, refusing to give me what I want.
I hate him.
If he won't give me what I want, I'll take it. I bite his bottom lip, sucking it between my teeth, and he groans, grinding against me.
“Kane, if you don't—”
But I don't get the rest out. He impales me, and the world shatters. My back bows, and a choked moan rips from my throat. The lights flicker again, and I feel my magic spreading with every thrust. I need to rein it in, but I’m seconds away from exploding.
His head drops against my shoulder, a low curse leaving his lips, and his hands tighten on my hips. The table shakes, rocking against the floor, and every devastating movement sends pleasure licking up my spine.
I can’t think. I can’t even fucking breathe.
Kane hooks my legs over his arms, angling me just right so he slams into the spot that makes my vision go white and my pussy clenches hard around him.
“Fuck, Raven.” His voice is all gravel as he runs his hands up and down my thighs. “You feel so fucking good.”
My body's trembling, and the little control I have on my magic is dangerously close to snapping.
He drops his hand between us, finding my clit.
He circles once, twice…And I come so hard that my entire body shudders.
Pleasure crashes through me, violent and all-consuming.
His name rips from my throat and somewhere outside the door, I can hear a light shatter.
But it barely registers over the rush that’s dragging me under.
He doesn’t stop, not until his own control snaps, until he’s lost to it and gives in following me over the edge. His growl breaks against my ear, "Good girl."
Then silence. My thighs are shaking, my pulse wrecked, and I hate how badly I want him to say it again.
The only thing I can hear is our ragged breathing, the pounding in my veins, and Kane. He leans in close, his lips skimming over my cheek, my jaw, my mouth. “... that was a good start.”
He gives me one last kiss, lingering enough to wreck me all over again, before pulling back. His muscles flex as he tugs his sweats into place and I hate how much I already miss the weight of him.
The haze clears just enough for me to register what he said. “Wait, where are you going?” The words tumble out before I can stop them.
He glances back over his shoulder with that devastating smirk still in place. His command settles into my skin before I can analyze it. “Don’t move.”
My body is still entirely too aware of the fact that I just let Kane absolutely ruin me.
Holy shit.
My legs are still a little shaky, but I grip the edge of the table, pulling myself upright. Before I can actually move any further, he’s back with a glass of water in one hand, a damp cloth in the other.
He doesn’t say a word as he kneels between my legs, the cloth dragging gently over my skin as he cleans up what we just did.
My breath catches, and a full-on war breaks out inside me.
I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something I won’t survive if I fall. Especially since I’m not sure when I’ll be coming back to Scotland. That thought alone has me sobering up real quick. I know this can’t be anything but casual, so I do what I do best.
I swat at his hand, hoping my cheeks aren't still burning. “I’ll get it myself.”
His eyes flick to mine, and I can see the amusement written all over his face. “Easy, killer.”
I glare, but my body softens. I should hate this. I know if I don’t get the fuck out of here, I won’t get anything done and it'll just be harder to leave later.
“I have to go back to my house to get some stuff.”
The words come out too fast, and his usual composed mask slips neatly back into place. But there’s something in the way he nods that tells me he’s reading me like an open book.
“I'll have my driver ready in ten.” He pauses, studying me, and the look makes my stomach knot in ways I don't like.
“Would you like to come back later? Cam will be here, and we could go over some things over dinner? I'm sure he’ll have more answers for you by then.”
For half a second, he’s not the cocky, insufferable man I can’t stop thinking about.
He’s just… Kane.
God. What is this man doing to me?
I swallow, braving eye contact even though it’s a mistake. “Yeah, that sounds fun.”
That sounds fun? Really? That’s the best you could do?
“Come on, let’s get you home.”
The last few weeks have been nothing short of insane.
Magic, secrets, an entire history I didn’t even know belonged to me.
And yet, here I am, scrolling through my emails like my life is still normal.
I know I have to think about all this, process it.
But I just need to get everything here sorted first. Then I can breathe and make a plan.
A dry laugh escapes me. Who am I kidding?
I just found out I have actual magic, and I’m supposed to care about business details? The thought alone feels surreal, like I’m playing a part in a life that isn’t mine. But maybe it always has been? I just clearly was the only one who didn’t know about it?
All those years of training with my grandfather suddenly make sense.
Was every lesson meticulously crafted to prepare me for something I didn’t even know existed?
Maybe I really am the idiot, because he always seemed to know more than he let on.
It's only just now starting to click into place. How could they have not told me?
The thought tightens in my chest, and it feels like a deep ache between my ribs.
I don't have time for this. Not now.
I shove that emotion down too, before it can take root. I have enough to process without opening that door.
My phone pings, pulling me out of my spiral and shocker, it's Mike-n-ike.
A quiet giggle escapes me at the nickname I gave him that won't seem to go away. Sometimes it's the small things in life.
I reread the email, narrowing my eyes. Celebrate this next step together?
I laugh, rolling my eyes. Mike Wazowski strikes again. Who does this guy think he is, casually summoning me? But honestly… I respect it. He’s direct, and he runs his company like a damn fortress. And I can't ignore that. It's a little impressive.
Not to mention, tying up this last loose end might be exactly what I need before heading back to Nveri.