Page 37 of Blood Ties
Then she rolls her hips again, and I realize she isn’t sleeping at all. My breath hitches as she moves against me, a tantalizing rub of friction. She reaches back and winds her fingers through my hair, tugging just hard enough to send sparks of lust through me.
I can’t. I shouldn’t. But half asleep and all too turned on, it’s much harder to remember why. Much easier to lean into her and lift my hips, ever so slightly, to grind into her. She moans softly, encouraging me. So I do it again, and again, rutting against her. In the darkness there is only our mingled heavy breaths and the rubbing of fabric against fabric, both slowly growing faster. I press my nose into the back of her head and breathe in deep. Her grip tightens in my hair; she guides my wrist with the other hand, bringing it up and under her shirt. When my fingers skim her soft, bare breasts, I moan into her ear and thrust against her.
“Kai,” she whimpers.
The sound of my name on her lips undoes me. Before I realize how in danger I am, I’m already tipping over the edge. I gasp and grind against her ass, stuttering a curse as I come inside my pants.
Afterward, sticky and panting, the embarrassment and regret hits. I pull away from her, yanking my hand out from her shirt and pushing back against the wall to put space between us. My cheeks are burning, though it’s too dark for her to see as she rolls over to face me.
“Did you just—”
“Sorry,” I blurt, and stumble to my feet, racing for the door. I ignore her calling my name behind me.
?Chapter Nineteen
Riley
As I hear the doorunlock, I sit up quickly with an apology on my lips. I know I pushed Kai too hard last night. He raced out of here so fast, and hasn’t come back all day; he must be embarrassed, maybe even guilty. I’ve been waiting to tell him that what happened is okay, that I consider it a compliment.
But it isn’t Kai coming down the steps.
I shrink back when I see Knox’s usual grin. He crosses the room and stops a foot away from the edge of my mattress. I glare up at him with as much strength as I can muster up.
“Where’s Kai?” I ask.
“How would you like a real shower today?”
I blink. Blink again. Try not to think about how good it sounds to have warm water on my skin, a chance to actually wash my hair. I set my jaw. “Where’s Kai?” I repeat.
Knox huffs a laugh. “He’s off hunting with Dad. Just you and me today.”
My mouth goes dry. “When will he be back?”
His grin turns vicious. “Didn’t you hear me?” Quick as a snake striking, his hand is around my neck. He drags me forward, off the edge of the mattress, so my knees scrape painfully against the concrete. He looks down at me, forcing my chin up. “You’re mine today, little whore.”
I try to speak, but his fingers are digging into my neck. I’m helpless to do anything but tremble in his grip. If Kai is really gone, then we both know Knox can do anything and everything he wants to me, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
