Killian #2
Katarina looks down at me and when her lips part, I catch a glimpse of her tongue moving, searching for her words. “And your cock?”
“Maybe next time. If you’re a good girl.”
I’ve seen Katarina smile before, but this one’s different. It isn’t guarded, or cruel and vicious. It’s soft. Yielding. As I suspected, there’s a warm heart behind that cold exterior, and I want it.
Distant shots slice through the night. We’re still in a battle zone, and we’ll soon be missed. Katarina feels the same urgency and helps me peel her skin-tight jeans down to her ankles. Not an easy task, especially when distracted by that triangle of red silk.
I’m done holding back and when I press my mouth to her, Katarina lets out a gasp. Her fingers rake through my hair as my teeth nip and tug at her thong and the soft flesh beneath. I’m not going to waste time peeling off her underwear. I grab the strings of her thong and rip it off her.
“Killi–” she complains, but the last part of my name comes out as a grunt as I pry her thighs apart and sink my tongue into her warm heat.
I dip my tongue deeper, trailing the tip along the seam of her pussy to her entrance. “You taste like heaven and I need more. So much more,” I groan as I push deeper into her.
Katarina tugs at my unruly curls, arching her back to encourage my tongue deeper. “It’s good to know you can do more with that mouth than talk shit.”
I take it as a compliment. Naturally. “I’m only just getting started, lovely. Tell me what you need.”
“Your fingers inside me,” she pants. “Now.”
“Anything you say, Kitty,” I reply, tilting my head upwards so I can soak in her expression as I slide a finger into her. Her inner muscles contract around it. “Another one?”
Her lips flatten and she simply nods. Her sharp fingernails dig into my scalp as she rides my hand. “And another.”
I’m grinning as I start pumping her with three fingers. “You’ll need this when the time comes to get ready for my cock.”
“Maybe…” Her hips buck as I run circles around her clit with the tip of my tongue. “Maybe I need to see what I’m signing up for before I consider taking it further.”
It’s good to know she’s coming around to the idea that I will be seeing her again. Because it really isn’t up for debate. “I like that you’re thinking ahead, but I wouldn’t want to give you the impression I’m the kind of guy who puts out on the first date.”
Before she can give me some snarky reply, I flick her swollen bundle of nerves with my tongue. Her body jolts so I do it again.
Katarina goes to grind against my face, but I pull back. “I’ll be needing more instructions, Kitty.”
“I want your fingers…” She stops to swallow. “I want them deeper. I want them curled as you suck my clit… like a good boy.”
My chuckle sends a vibration down to my core and my balls contract. I’m steel-hard against my zipper and have no control over my body as I make desperate thrusting motions with my hips. I will not come in my pants.
Needing Katarina to unravel before I lose control, I give her exactly what she needs. I seal my mouth around her clit and I suck and flick until she cries out.
“Don’t stop,” she hisses as she rides my face with growing urgency. “Make me come, Killian. Yes… Just like… like that.”
As I thrust my fingers into her sweet pussy, her arousal drips down my knuckles. I keep to the rhythm of her hips while I lick, and suck, and tease her clit. Her soft flesh swells and pulses against my lips and fingers.
“Yes. Goddamn it, yes, Killian! I’m…”
Not daring to lift my mouth, I simply hum my encouragement and that small vibration triggers a beautiful, pussy-shattering orgasm that has my little Bratva princess falling apart.
Her muscles spasm, her legs tremble and her sharp-as-fuck fingernails cut deep into my scalp as she cries out.
And fuck me, it’s worth the pain because it’s my name on her sinful lips.
Katarina rides it out with a series of whimpers and groans until her movements slow to a stop. When I withdraw my fingers, she slumps and I have to put my hands on her hips to steady her. “Do you think you can make it back to the truck, or will I have to carry you?”
“You’re good, Killian McConkey but you’re not that good,” she mutters as I drag her jeans up from her ankles and she takes over fastening them.
“Just wait until you’ve come around my cock, I promise you won’t be walking then,” I warn, rising to my feet with her torn thong grasped in my hand. “Do I get to keep these as a–”
Katarina snatches her torn underwear and stuffs them into her pocket. “No trophies. You’re not at championship level yet, Shorty.”
“Yet,” I repeat. “There you go again planning our future.”
Warmed by her glower, I fix my earpiece back into my ear.
I’ve been off radar longer than I’d like and not nearly as long as I want.
I immediately tune in to a conversation between Tiernan and Ronan over where to pile the bodies as part of the clean-up operation.
From the suggestions they’re making, it’s not our fallen they’re discussing.
While my brothers continue their debate, I suck my fingers clean. “That’s a taste I could get used to,” I say, leaning in close enough to feel Katarina’s breath on my damp lips. She’s looking at my mouth and I’m just as distracted by hers. How the fuck have we not kissed yet?
“I told you, Ki–”
The time for talk is over. I slide a hand around the back of her head and pull her mouth onto mine. Katarina purses her lips because of course she’s going to make this fucking difficult.
After what she’s told me about her past, I should pull away when she resists, and I almost do, but then she opens up and it’s my mouth being plundered.
My bulletproof vest presses against hers as our tongues enter into battle.
She only retreats to bite my lower lip, keeping it pinched between her teeth as her hand moves from my hip to my crotch.
She traces the contours of my erection and it’s an extensive exploration.
She releases her grip on my lip, but not my cock.
“Adequate,” she says.
“You’re a hard woman to please, but I’d say I’ve proven I have the magic touch.” I thrust against her hand. “The question is, how skilled are your hands?”
“I could show you, but apparently you don’t put out on the first date.”
“Did I say that?”
“You did,” she replies above the sound of my zipper being pulled down. “Tell me to stop any time you like.”
“And deny you my pleasure? I don’t think so.”
When Katarina finds the gap in my boxers, I know I’m about to be tortured in the best possible way.
Her fingernails are lethal, but god help me, the thought of her clawing an orgasm out of me has my cock throbbing.
It twitches as she wraps her fingers firmly around the base, and as she explores my shaft, her deep brown eyes turn black with desire.
“You can have my cock whenever you want, Kitty. It’s yours for the taking,” I whisper. My voice is steady and controlled, everything that I’m not. I’m so close to blowing my load.
Her grip on me tightens, making my balls contract. “I would hate to deprive all those women who warm your bed.”
“There might have been one or two,” I admit.
I could add that’s just this week, but I’m not fool enough to confess that part out loud.
I’m just happy she’s jealous. It means I’m winning.
Or else losing my mind. I surely am when I add, “But if you want to claim my cock, Katarina, it’s yours. And only yours.”
Her eyes narrow. “Why?”
“I’m fucked if I know,” I answer truthfully. Nothing about how I am with this woman makes sense.
Katarina’s shoulder dips as she reaches down to swipe her thumb over the pearls of precum on my crown. I grit my teeth and ignore the explosive pressure building at my core. Katarina spots the sweat beading on my brow and her scarlet lips tug into a smile as she drags her fist back along my shaft.
I like the feel of my cock against her palm, my chest pressing against hers, her breath warming my lips and her fingers…
“Killian, I need you on the east side of the lodge,” Malachy barks in my ear. “Now!”
I grab Katarina’s wrist and snatch her hand away as I step back.
I press a finger to my earpiece. “What’s happening?”
In the background I hear Ronan cry out in pain. Malachy says just one word. “Lorcan.”
No further explanation is required. “I’m on my way,” I reply, already pulling up my zipper as I head for the exit.
I grab the chair blocking the door and fling it out of the way as Katarina comes up behind me.
“What’s wrong? Do you need help?”
This is a family matter and I shouldn’t even consider bringing her along, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting her out of my sight. My brothers can berate me later. “There’s no imminent danger,” I explain when she draws her weapon. “Stay close, but don’t do anything. Or say anything.”