“What do you want from me, Kester?” My voice cracked. My throat was tight with frustration, with exhaustion, with every damn emotion he had put me through. “You went to see June’s family. You’re preparing for your wedding. And you still think it’s okay to keep me tied to your fingertips like some twisted game while you live your life however you please?”
I didn’t even realize I was sobbing at this point. My face was wet with tears. Until now, I hadn’t realized how his visit to June’s pack affected me.
“You can’t be that selfish,” I whispered, the words breaking apart as they left me. “This was supposed to be a thrill, wasn’t it? But you… you want to be selfish about it. And it’s not fair, Kester.”
He was quiet for a while, observing me before speaking, “That’s it? You like that bastard? Wasn’t he arrogant enough for you tonight? Or was he just good at pretending
“It doesn’t matter now, does it? I am betrothed to him. My opinion about him doesn’t count. Does it?” I shut back.
He heaved a sigh, “Look, Kasmine… About June…
“I don’t want to hear it. Live your life while I live mine. Stop being selfish, Kes. Otherwise, this…” I gestured between us, “Whatever you think we have will be over quicker than you tie the knot with your childhood sweetheart!”
It was instant. The way he closed the small distance between us and captured my trembling lips in his was too quick to comprehend.
I tried to push away, but he deepened the kiss, both his hands cupping my face to hold me in place.
He kissed me like he was trying to pass so many messages… Messages mere words couldn’t pass.
Despite myself, I kissed him back. My body seemed to have mind of its own. His mere presence had an overwhelming pull on me, one that I couldn’t resist, and it all began the day I unintentionally activated the Blood Claim.
“No matter what, Mine,” he pulled away briefly, whispering against my mouth, “You are the one I want. Not June.
I parted my lips to protest, but I was met with his hot tongue, invading every corner of my mouth again.
I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed this… Missed him. I kissed him back. Everything else could wait for a moment while I savored this moment.
I was drowning in him.
Kester’s lips were moving over mine like he was trying to imprint himself into my very soul. His grip op my face was firm, fingers curled into my jaw, tilting my head to deepen the kiss, to take more. And I let him. Gods, I let him.
I melted into him, my body pressing flush against his, my hands threading through his thick, dark hair and tugging just hard enough to make him growl against my mouth. The sound sent a violent shudder through me, a raw, aching need coiling tight in my stomach.
I wanted him.
Desperately.
My fingers left his hair and slid down his chest, feeling the aut muscles beneath his shirt, tracing the rigid lines I kriewy by heart. My hands found the buckle of his belt, and I fumbled with it, my fingers trembling in my need to feel him down there.
But before I could undo it, his hands closed around mine, halting my movements.
I whimpered against his mouth in frustration, trying again, but he only tightened his grip, forcing my hands away.
My lips parted, breaking from his. I couldn’t even keep up with my own heavy, uneven breaths as my pulse drummed wild and erratic against my ribs.
“What?” I swallowed, my voice hoarse. “What’s wrong?
“I can’t fuck you, baby,” he rasped, his thumb tracing slow, dangerous circles on my skin. “Not like this.”
I blinked, confusion slicing through the haze of heat clouding my mind. “Not like what?”
His jaw clenched, the muscle feathering, his eyes-Gods, his eyes-burning into mine, dark with something violent, something I should have feared.
“I’m too angry,” he bit out in a low, guttural voice, “I’d break you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
A shiver ran down my spine, making my thighs press together. I knew exactly what he meant and that he wasn’t exaggerating.
Kester didn’t say things he didn’t mean.
He was still seething, still holding onto the wreckage of his rage, and I knew that if he touched me now, if he lost control the way I wanted him to, I wouldn’t come out of it unscathed.
But I didn’t care.
I wanted it… I wanted him.
I wanted to push him until that last fragile string inside him snapped, until he lost every ounce of restraint, and until he didn’t hold back anymore.
I licked my lips, my heart pounding. “You wouldn’t.”
He let out a harsh breath, his fingers tightening around my wrists. “You don’t know that.”
I did, though.
He had always been careful with me, even when he was at his most reckless. He had never, not once, let his anger translate into anything that would wound me physically.
But I understood. I saw the way his body trembled, the way he fought against whatever violent emotion threatened to consume him. He was barely holding on.
“Then don’t hold back,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his jaw and dragging my nails up his chest, “I can take it.KASMINE
“Fuck…” A curse ripped from his throat as his hands snapped to my waist, holding me in place, his fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp.
“You don’t get it, do you?” His voice was lower now, a bit darker. “This isn’t fucking easy. You think I don’t want to bury myself in you right now? Take you exactly the way know you need?” His fingers flexed again, and my breath hitched. “But I won’t do it like this. I won’t do it which I’m too fucking furious to control myself.”
I leaned in, brushing my lips against his jaw, letting my volce drop to a whisper. “I don’t care.”
His breath hitched.
I pressed closer, feeling the heat rolling off his body, the tension crackling between us like a live wire. “Unless you want someone else to fuck me,” I murmured, my lips grazing the shell of his ear, “then walk away.
His entire body went rigid.
Bingo! I got him.
A muscle jumped in his jaw, his fingers tightening on my hips in a way that sent a delicious thrill up my spine.” Kasmine.” He warned. His voice was raw and strained as if I was pulling him apart from the inside out.
Iarched into him, letting my nails drag slowly down his chest. “I’m already high, Kester. Already wet. So unless you want someone else to take care of it…”
His hand snapped to my throat, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to meet the wildfire burning in his black eyes. His breath was uneven, his pupils blown wide, his control fraying at the edges.
“You don’t fucking get to say that to me, Kasmine,” he growled, the sound scraping against my skin, sending shivers racing down my spine. “If I fuck you now, I won’t stop. I will make sure you don’t use your legs for two fucking days!”
“Maybe I want to see you try, Kester.”
“Fuck!” A vicious curse ripped from his throat. His grip tightened for half a second before he shoved himself away, turning his back to me like I was the one he needed to escape from.
“Wait for me,” he bit out in a rough, feral voice. “Don’t move. Don’t touch yourself. Don’t even fucking think about it. Or you’d regret it.” He said, storming out of my room.
Anticipation turned into nervousness as I waited for him, refusing to think about every messy shit that had gone down between us tonight.
I let out a slow breath, my pulse still hammering in my ears as I walked to the vanity. The mirror reflected the flush on my skin, the way my lips looked swollen. My fingers hovered over the small jar of makeup remover, but before I could pick it up, the door behind me creaked open… I jumped.
A sudden, unfamiliar nervousness curled in my stomach.
Slowly, I turned to face him.
My gaze met with the six-foot-three man standing by the door, and my heart skipped a beat at what he held in his hands – A bundle of dark fabric. A length of smooth rope. And something else I couldn’t make out.
“What… what is all that?”
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