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“Alright, alright, jeez…” He chuckles. “Chill. I’ll dick you down.”
“I’m going to hit you,” I grind out, anger simmering beneath the surface of my lust. I hear his belt buckle clink.
“Well you can’t.”
“We—” He slams inside of me and I scream, my head flying back and my legs dissolving under my weight.
He stops when he’s in deep, his balls rubbing against my clit. He leans over and once again brings his lips to my ear. “What was that you were going to say?”
My lips curl behind my teeth.
“Just what I thought.” He tugs on my hair while slowly pulling out. “Look in the mirror.”
I do. I’m fixed on the way he’s diving inside of me, my head tilted back. He cocks his head, illustrating his sharp jaw. I feel myself slowly tense around him like a vise. My core pulls and tugs, not wanting to let him go every time he retracts. I’m completely at his mercy.
“I don’t want you with anyone else here.”
I’m too busy grinding against him, lost in the way my body relentlessly climbs higher and higher, reaching for the very tip of my orgasm, all so the world can crumble at my feet when I release.
“Answer me, Saskia. Say yes. I’m not fucking sharing. Not you. Not ever.” His fingers massage into the back of my scalp. When I don’t answer, he tugs on my hair and pauses his thrusting until my head is tilted completely back. His other hand clamps around the front of my throat. “You have three seconds to answer me, baby. One.”
“I—” My voice cuts out as he tenses around my throat.
“Two.”
I tap at his hand in defeat as he continues to thrust inside of me roughly. “Killian…”
“Not an answer…” he warns, and my eyes find his in one of the mirrors.
He smirks at me, releasing my throat just enough for me to answer.
“Yours!”
He stills, his mouth falling open slightly in shock. I wasn’t pla
“Fuck!” He groans, his head rolling back. “Let go, baby.”
As if on cue and at his command, I release around him, my muscles throbbing, aching. Sweat bubbles over my skin, my breathing heavy and ragged, my limbs liquefying.
He pulls out quickly. “Turn around and get on your knees. Need to come all over this fucking beautiful face.” I turn around and fall to my knees.
His skin flashes with fire, his pupils dilating. I watch in fascination as his hands work over his length. The veins beneath his skin bulging to the surface.
Leaning forward, I suck one of his balls into my mouth.
He freezes before his hand comes to my hair and he piles it all onto the top of my head. “Fuck, Saskia…”
I flick my tongue over him before dragging it up his length. I can’t grip onto his dick because I’m still bound behind my back, but I inch up and slowly suck his tip into my mouth. The soft skin slips down my throat easily as I peer up at him beneath my lashes. His sharp jaw flexes. His violent eyes thrash beneath his thick lashes as they fan out against his flawless skin. His head rolls back.
I feel him tense in my mouth just before he pulls out and hot liquid sprays all over my face. I didn’t close my eyes fast enough because now they’re burning.
“Oh my god, Killian!” I screech. “It burns!”
He chuckles loudly.
“Killian, I’m serious!” I keep them squeezed shut.
A loud burst of laughter erupts from him this time and I actually think I might hit him. “Alright!” His laughter dies out. “Chill, damn.” I feel something rub over my face as my eyes slowly pop open.
“It still hurts. What the hell!”
Killian leans down to meet me at eye level, smirking. Then he licks me across my eye before planting a soft kiss over it. “You’ll be fine. Let’s go. We’ve still got some hunting to do tonight.”
“What?” I stand to my feet as he continues to wipe his cum off my face with his t-shirt. “It’s too cold. We should leave now so you can change.”
His eyes sparkle in mischief. That’s Killian. Mischief. Only his mischief is a ploy to distract you, because below that surface lies fury. I’ve seen an inkling of it exposed a few times now, and I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of his wrath—ever.
He slips his shirt back on and winks, pulling me under his arm. “What? I don’t need to change.”
I shove him playfully. “You are so gross.”
“I’ve had my mouth on your pussy, my tongue in it, my finger up your ass, and next time, I plan to have something else around that area too, so I don’t think my own cum on my shirt is really going to disturb me.”
Shaking my head. “I’m judging you right now.”
We’re heading back through the curtain I entered through when Perse and King pass us. “Well, well, isn’t this a sight.” King smirks at us. I didn’t know King before he met Perse. I mean, I had heard of him and I remember parts of him as a kid, but apparently, he has changed a lot since being reconciled with her. As if his pain and anguish was put to rest the day she came back alive.
“Psshhh.” Killian flips him off. “You can’t talk, lover boy.”
We’re walking back through the park when Callan comes skipping up toward us. “Oh, you caught Saskia. I’m so surprised.” If she was trying to hide her sarcasm, it wasn’t working.
I gape at her.
Killian laughs, pulling me in closer and plants his lips onto the top of my head. “Fuck off, Callan.”
Callan huffs, disappearing. It should be a red flag to see how he speaks to Callan, but for the time that I’ve known Killian, he has never sworn at me. I’ve never felt disrespected by him. Even when he was being Killian and tormenting me, I never felt disrespected. Maybe it had to do with the fact that his eyes were always on me, or maybe it was because I’m naïve, but you can’t judge someone’s character based on how they treat another person without knowing the full story.
“Can you untie this please?”
Killian laughs. “Nope.” He pauses, regarding me closely. I try to ignore the way the full moon illuminates every single sharp angle of his face. “Actually…”
He leans forward and unties the bandana from around my wrists.
He brings it to my face and ties it from my nose.
“What are you doing?” I ask, shaking my head.
He chuckles, leaning back and pulling out his phone. He snaps a photo, the flash flicking brightly, blinding me for a second, which isn’t a good thing considering I’m partially blind in that one eye still thanks to Killian’s lack of aim.
I tug his bandana down until it’s resting over my neck. “What was that about?”
He peers up at me beneath his lashes, a dark smirk on his mouth. “Don’t worry about it.”
A loud whistle sounds out behind us and we turn to see Kyrin standing on a picnic table. “Everyone got their partners I see! Now you can all fuck off home and get whatever it is that you want.”
I watch as Killian’s focus starts shifting around the place. It takes him a few seconds to stop his searching. I follow his line of sight until I find Maya. She’s standing alone, rubbing the palms of her hands up and down her arms. She looks lost, confused—hurt, maybe? I watch Killian’s face, gauging his reaction. I know how close he and Maya are, but do the same rules that I agreed to apply to him too?
Killian is a wolf in wolf’s clothing. He’s vicious with what he wants and easily stakes claim on whatever it is that he wants, but he never did with Maya.