In Fury Lies Mischief

“What?” I almost yell, confused.

“Say yes.” The glint in his eyes alights with mischief. Killian is the kind of wild you want to run away with, not cage. He’s an untamed animal, turbulent and vicious.

Before I can register what I’m doing, I say, “yes.”

He drops to his knees and buries his face between my thighs. I grab onto his hair as he hitches one of my legs over his shoulder.

“Oh fuck…” My head rolls to the side, my bottom lip catching between my teeth. His tongue flicks over my clit in perfectly pressured licks before he presses his tongue against me and slowly shakes his head. This man knows entirely too much about this.

He groans, the sound vibrating over my clit as his finger dips inside of me.

“Killian.” The words fall from my lips fluently. He leans back, gripping onto my ass as he lays me back on the floor, my knees on either side of his face.

“Ride my face, baby.” He looks up at me from beneath his thick lashes, his bright blue eyes urging me silently to use him however I want. For as long as I want.

“I need you inside of me.”

“Not tonight.” He pushes me up, flips me around so I’m reverse cowgirl, and spreads my ass cheeks wide.

Before he puts his lips back on me, he calls out, “If any of you nosey fuckers wa

There’s chuckling down the hall. “Asshole.”

“Killian!” I scold, slapping his leg. “Stop be—” His mouth covers my pussy.

“Shut the fuck up and come on my face.”

My hips buck and I reach beneath his pants, grabbing onto his cock. Pulling it out, I gasp slightly when I’m finally met face-to-face with his heavy girth. Veins ripple beneath the skin, his head thick and glossy. I lick my lips and bend forward, sucking him into my mouth and curving my tongue around his base.

“Fuck,” he rumbles against my pussy. I lean forward, pulling him deeper into my mouth until he’s sliding down my throat. I gag, spit, and twist as I continue to devour him. The moans, groans, and occasional “Fuck!” only hyping me up even more. My nails dig into his i

“Not yet,” he growls, squeezing my ass cheek tightly. His left hand slips beneath as he dips his index finger inside of me, circling.

“Killian…” I warn, attempting to ride his finger. “I need you inside me.”

“Not tonight.” His finger extracts and my mouth finds him again. He’s thicker than he was before, his cock pulsing slightly beneath my palm. His mouth comes back to my clit and he licks me down until his tongue is flicking inside of my pussy. His hand slides over the crack of my ass as his tongue presses against my clit.

I squeeze his cock in my hand, pumping him harder. I’m so close. So close. I could come undone just by thinking of the image that we’re displaying.

His finger slips into my ass as his tongue thrashes my clit and I’m done. I scream out my release loudly while making sure I’m still pumping his cock in my hand. Hot cum shoots up and hits me in the face, dripping into my mouth. I fall forward, ass in the air, as we both come down from the most intense oral I have ever received. Not that I’ve had it many times before.

Rolling onto my back, my hair sticking to my face from his cum, I turn to face him. “By the way, that was a one-off.”

Killian laughs loudly, and the sound itself sets off something deep inside of me that I’m not willing to explore yet. “Yeah, says the girl with my jizz all over her face and hair.”

“Hey!” I jolt up, covering my tits and glaring at him while scrubbing the cum off my face.

He rolls his eyes, grabbing my arms and stretching them wide, while pulling me back on top of him. I feel his chest rise and fall beneath me, my breathing matching his. “I swear to fuck I’ll kill whoever made you this insecure.” His voice is like a blanket being thrown over me when I didn’t know I was cold.

“Hmm, wish I knew the answer.” I push off from his chest and crawl off him, needing to put some distance between us because being in his arms feels way too good. Way, way, way too good. “I’m serious. A one-off. Unless you like claw marks on your thighs.”

Killian chuckles, pulling up his pants and standing to his feet. “Actually, I fucking do. Might keep them.” He looks down at me, tilting his head as he slowly takes in my body. As if he’s inhaling every curve, every bump, every flaw, and exhaling it back out through bared teeth. “One-off? I’d say challenge accepted, Little Hellhound.” He snatches up his shirt and swings it over his shoulder. I lean up, grabbing my towel and wrapping it back around my body, while knowing that I’m going to need to take another shower.

Taking a smoke from his jean pocket, he places it into his mouth and blazes it up. “After this show tonight, we’re heading back to Kiznitch.”

“Wait—what?” I’m shocked, momentarily distracted by the fact that he’s getting comfortable on my bed.

“Yeah.” He blows out a cloud of smoke.

“I haven’t been there in so long,” I whisper. It was meant to be to myself, but the words catch his attention.

“Really?” He tilts his head. Distracting myself from the intensity of his energy, I scan over his hair. Ruffled nests standing all over his head. He has sex hair. From me. Us.

Nope, not helping. “Yep. I was a child, I think, the last time I was there.”

Killian stares at me. “And what else?”

I shrug him off. “And not much.”

“Hmmm…” he murmurs, leaning back against the headboard on my bed.

“Can you leave?” I say, pointing to the door. “I need a shower.”

“Nope,” he answers, flicking the ash of his smoke onto my floor. “Maya has had an accident and can’t be in my wheel anymore, and well, it was either you or Callan.”

I pause, my heart thundering in my chest. “Well then choose Callan.”

He stands, makes his way toward me and hooks his finger under my chin, tilting my head up to face his. “I’ll never choose Callan.”

I lick my lips. “What are you doing?”

He grins, flashing his pearly white teeth and smug smirk. “What I always do.”

My heart crashes and my face falls. I’m such a fucking idiot. I recollect myself before he notices my change of attitude.

His hand falls beside his body as he nudges toward the door. “Don’t bother showering. I like smelling me all over you. Get changed.” Then he disappears out of my room, allowing me to release a long, pent up breath.

Killian is intense and dramatic all at once, and I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t—couldn’t allow myself to be another one of the girls he sleeps with and moves on from, but I already failed that, so may as well fill in for Maya until she’s feeling better.

Changing in record time, I slip into yoga pants and a sports bra, throwing on a loose white shirt and tying a knot in the front to show my belly button. I make my way downstairs where Callan is hanging off his arm in the kitchen.

Killian tosses his head back and laughs at something she says. My face falls, just as they both turn to face me.

“You ready?” Killian eyes me up and down.

I sneer at Callan with obvious superiority. “Yup.”

She huffs, her smile faltering. I push past both of them and head for the door. I don’t want it to look like I feel a certain way about them, because I don’t. I know that they’ve been sleeping together on the regular, and besides that, I don’t, and won’t be sleeping with Killian again for more than one reason.

Killian catches up to me as I’m almost reaching the tent.