Page 47 of Sweethearts and Savages
“Kell,” she breathed, and my name on her lips destroyed any ounce of control I still possessed. I gripped her thighs, tugging them apart as I dived for her pussy, licking and sucking and fucking her with my tongue until she was writhing against my face, fucking me right back. She came all over my face, her thighs clamped so tightly I was slightly worried she’d re-break my cheekbone.
I wouldn’t care. It would be worth it.
I pulled back, but she grabbed me with needy hands, pulling me up her body, her eyes suddenly desperate. “Kell,” she whispered again, and she pleaded at me with her eyes, even as she kissed me. Her hands flew to the button of my jeans and she yanked them open, freeing my aching cock.
She stroked me and I groaned, grabbing her wrist.
“I’ve taken too much from you already.” My dick was cursing my name, but I had a fucking code of honor. And that code didn’t include fucking a girl who was my captive, who was still chained to my wrist.
She gripped my wrist with her other one, using the little strength she had to push our hands down and roll her hips up, sliding the head of my cock against her slit. “Please,” she whispered.
I couldn’t have said no now. As soon as I felt her wet heat against me, there was no turning back. I notched my cock against her entrance and slid all the way in with a single thrust.
I grunted at how good she felt around me, like I was finally fucking home, cradled in my little monster’s hips. She moaned and urged me on with her heels pressed tightly into my ass, and I set a punishing rhythm. Punishing us both, really, because there was no way I would forget the feel of her beneath my body, or the soft sounds she made as I bottomed out, balls deep. That was going to be permanently etched in my memory forever, tainted around the edges by guilt.
Gripping one of her thighs, I lifted it up and out, curling her body and reaching spots that made her scream. I slammed home hard, again and again, as if I could somehow tattoo myself inside her, a permanent reminder of this moment. She came on a scream, her teeth biting down into my shoulder to muffle the sound, milking my cock. I gritted my teeth against the sensation, my technique getting jagged and rough, until my balls drew tight and I came inside her with a gasp.
I collapsed against her, my face buried in the pale white of her hair, breathing her in. We both panted into the silence, and guilt hit me like a fucking baseball bat. This was wrong. Fuck.
The Kaboom Protocol, the loss of Frost. The minor fact that my life was now forfeit. It all came back on a tidal wave of guilt.
I rolled off of her and onto my back, automatically tugging the chain between us out of the way. Breathing into the darkness, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I built my walls back up.
I stood, pulling up my pants and rezipping them. I reached into the small zippered pocket and pulled out a key. Undoing her cuff, I removed it from her wrist. She gasped with relief and I felt all sorts of shit. It had obviously been paining her, but she hadn’t complained. No, she’d taken the shit I doled out like a fucking champion, and I had been little more than a villain.
But there was still time to fix this.
“It's over, Enit. Go home. You should be able to shift again.”
Her eyes got real big and I tried to pretend I didn’t know why they were filled with tears. That I didn’t know what that odd burning in my own gut meant.
“Kell…”
I shook my head, walking toward the door and throwing it open. “Your parents are probably already on their way, I don’t have time for sad goodbyes. Shift and leave. There's a town about ten miles from here. You’ll be warmer and safer in your wolfskin.”
Safer from predators like me, who would consume her completely and leave nothing but heartache and misery in their wake.
I didn’t make the mistake of looking into her blue eyes again, instead bustling around the cabin, throwing shit into my duffle bag. I couldn’t leave anything behind that they could use to trace me, but these were supernaturals—they’d probably be able to track me anyway.
I’d so royally messed this up, and my greatest mistake was still kneeling in the middle of the bed, looking like I’d just torn out her heart and stomped on it. I hardened my face and pointed at the door. “Go. You’re wasting my time.”
Her face twisted in pain, but she finally dragged herself from the bed and shuffled toward the door. We both ignored the fact that my release still ran down her thighs. She gave me a sad look and then stepped onto the porch.
“Goodbye.” The word was so soft it threatened to be stolen by the wind, but I’d heard. It was the final nail in my coffin, the final sin that I would use to crucify myself. Faster than I believed possible, a white wolf stood where Enit had been moments before. It tilted its head at me, almost exactly the way it had looked at me four days ago, except this time, its eyes were mournful.
“Get out of here,” I growled and slammed the door in her face. I slumped back against it, not breathing until I heard her nails clip down the front steps. I let out a shuddering gasp, sliding to the floor, my chest threatening to implode at the sound of a mournful howl at the edge of the woods.
“She’s a monster. A monster. You could never be with a monster. They ruined Dad. You can’t love them,” I told myself, but my chest gave my head the middle finger. Dad had been the monster; I’d thought I could be better than him, I could write my own story, if I just shut the door on the past. By fulfilling my promise to a man dying in pain. By ending Eden.
How fucking wrong I’d been. If I’d shut a door during this shitstorm, it was more like slamming it on my own future and getting my dick caught in the process.
Standing, I moved around the room in a haze. I needed to get my head back in the game, otherwise I was going to be dead. I was going to be an entree for a vampire.
I had to forget about the beautiful monster who’d taken a sledgehammer to my defenses and concentrate on what I did best.
Surviving.
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