Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Fuck, what have I done? Is tonight the night I die because of this fucked-up desire I can’t seem to deny myself?
“Cute,” he mutters with disdain before forcing another kiss.
I don’t know what possesses me, but I bite his bottom lip. I only have the advantage for an instant before he releases my wrist and knocks me upside the head, and then it’s all a frenzy of fists and grabbing at each other until we’re rolling around on the floor. I’m a wild animal, unleashing this primal creature that’s always been within me, letting it possess my body as Killian works to subdue me. And for the first time since that night with Sik Vik, I feel alive.
Killian manages to get me on my stomach, pulling my arm back the way he did that first time he fucked me. He grabs hold of my pants, dragging them down with my boxers, exposing my ass.
No, I won’t go down so easily.
I absorb the burn and use the distraction to roll toward him, loosening his grip, so when I roll back the opposite direction, he loses hold of me. It’s a short-lived victory because he seizes my pants, dragging me toward him, maneuvering me onto my back. Holding my pants to the floor to keep my feet locked in place, he crawls onto my pants, and I sit up, taking another swing, clocking him in the jaw. It’s like hitting a brick wall. It doesn’t stop him, only leaves him with an even more determined look as he grabs hold of the hem of my shirt, forcing it up, blocking my next attack. He’s quick, locking the shirt at my wrists like he’s done this a thousand times before. There’s a brief struggle as he tears off my pants. I shift about, trying to gain some advantage, but he’s got a good hold on me, finally pinning my now-restrained wrists back against the floor. He grins, as if mocking my attempts to escape him, which only makes me that much more determined.
“I told you you’re mine.” He keeps one hand firmly on my wrists and places the other over my throat. “Now, you gonna be nice when I kiss you this time?”
“Fuck off.”
He takes it, and I start to bite even before his lips are on mine, earning a forceful grip at my throat.
“Be nice,” he insists as he tightens his grip even more, though I know he has more in him than this.
He’s holding back for me, and that’s a mistake.
26
KILLIAN
Logan’s not behaving like the restrained, put-together man I’m used to. He’s that beautiful, feral falcon, putting up the fight I love, and while I’m trying to give him what he needs, I don’t want to hurt him.
At least, not more than I must.
But the way he resists makes it seem like hurting him is exactly what he wants from me, and I can’t pretend this isn’t hot as hell for me too. His teeth bared, ready for attack, he has me certain that if I try to kiss him again, my lips will regret it. I’m not even sure how much power Logan has over this part he’s unleashed.
“Are you going to be good?” I ask him.
“Why don’t you try me and find out?” He gnashes at me like the feisty beast he is.
His teeth are his only advantage now, so I know better than to test him again, especially with the taste of blood still lingering on my tongue. I tighten my hold on his throat, pressing down until his head rests against the floor. “I told you to be nice,” I warn him.
His body trembles beneath me, but he steadies himself, like a wolf that’s realized it’s in its best interests to stop resisting.
I take a chance, stealing another kiss. He doesn’t kiss back, but he doesn’t bite me either, so the threat of my grip is enough to contain him. For now.
He finally parts his teeth, allowing my tongue to slip between, then moans into my mouth.
His resistance, followed by his submission, makes my cock strain in my boxers, and I can feel he’s just as hard, his erection pushed up against me. When I pull away from his mouth, his eyes are sealed as he leans into me, like he doesn’t want us to part.
“Did you really think that was all I wanted to claim?” I tell him, and he opens his eyes.
“Bastard,” he mutters.
“You’re only making this worse for yourself. Because you know what I’m going to do now won’t involve lube, and I imagine you’ll want to make this easy on yourself.”
I see the panic in his expression, the fear, and I wonder if he fears me or the part of himself that clearly wants to be taken like this.
“Don’t worry,” I assure him. “I’ll go slow. But if you give me any trouble, as I’ve told you before, I don’t mind making you bleed either.”