Page 229 of Drown Like Heaven
Don’t.
He would feel that way about any Thrausian.
“You’re delusional,” Micah started, eyes flicking back to mine. “You have such a misguided view of the things you think I desire. I’ll love Dakota better than you can.”
“No.” I shook my head vehemently. “All you want, Micah, is to own the wreckage. You’re addicted to the aftermath of someone destroying themselves and then coming toyouto fix it. To fixthem. But you can’t fix people; you can only take parts of them away. That’s not what people need.”
He dragged a hand through his hair, messing it up, bicep flexing.
My body felt hot, old lust burning through me.
What people need…What I’d needed from him…
Micah knew how to fuck.
If nothing else worked in our relationship, at least there was that. Even then, it’d been a power struggle ninety percent of the time, but I liked that shit. I liked it messy and rough and nasty and hateful.
He could withstand so much of me.
“But she’s not people. She’s notyou,” he said, taking a step towards me, boxing me in against the wall. My shoulder blades pressed into the plaster, broken glass crunching under my heel, cutting me. “You may be broken beyond repair, but she’s not.”
Heat rushed to my dick and my gaze dropped down to Micah’s mouth before I dragged it back up to latch onto his own.
Blood dripped from my heel onto the wood, the edge of the carpet.
I could smell his sweat, hiskapnos. He could probably smell mine too. Ocean and forest, irrevocably intertwined, mixing in their darkness, brutal forces of nature. Clearly we were both stillaffected by such close proximity, by the secrecy of nighttime.Everything is easier in the dark.Blood and ichor pumped hot and heavy in my veins.
Fuck, I miss him.
I would never belong to him the way I used to, and he’d never be mine again. I didn’t want that. But that didn’t mean my body hadn’t been craving his during every second of absence. Micah was a physical need.
And I wasn’t the one who’d chosen to end things between us.
“You only want herbecauseshe’s broken, Micah,” I said, my cock getting hard in my shorts. I had to force myself not to look down and see if he was hard, too. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he was. Rip all his goddamn clothes off so I could finallytouchhim how I wanted to. It was so dark in the house, and he was standing so close, and I knew all the things he liked to do in bed. He knew all the things I liked, too. Everything I’d want done to me, everything I’d want to do to him. “You only know how to love something if it’s already bleeding.”
His pupils were so wide, so dark, and he wasstaringat me. He was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling faster, abdomen flexing.
He knew what I wanted. He could feel it in all my thoughts.
It was getting harder and harder to deny.
Watching Dakota suck my dick, fighting me, grabbing me, spitting in my mouth.
I was about to do something rash. I needed to leave.
But I didn’t.
I wasn’t going to.
Micah dropped his tone, “Say whatever you want about me—but you know what you do, Mason?” He leaned closer, heat pouring off him in waves, his kapnos smothering me, fogging up my thoughts. Shadows fell across his face, making his eyes even darker.
“What? What do I do?” My voice got lower, my whole body sparking like a live wire.
Micah inclined his head slightly, so close now that we were practically inhaling each other’s exhales. My eyelids were heavy and I couldn’t stop looking at his fucking mouth. My hands ached to grab him, feel the strength of his body again, the weight of his cock in my hand, on my tongue. The tight squeeze of his fist around my length. Or the tight squeeze of his throat. Of his ass.
I tipped my head back, skull pressed to the wall.
“What do I do, Kill?” I whispered, hardly breathing. A groan rumbled in his chest at the name. “Tell me.”
