Page 13 of Oracle
That is non-negotiable. I won’t let this drag them down as well.
If you say so.
“Look, Kira, I…” he started but faltered, probably wondering if I was ever actually going to respond to him. I pulled my head back ever so slightly to slant my eyes up to see his face. His broad chest expanded as he inhaled, then he let the breath out and said in a rush, “I don't think I’ll ever stop apologizing to you for the shit I’ve done. Just the chance you’ve given me to be in your life to start over as friends feels like so much more than I’m worthy of, but…”
His normally bright eyes darkened as he looked down at me. I finally found the courage to speak, but uncertainty of where this was heading made my voice shaky, “But…But what?”
The way he was looking at me was downright sinful. The combination of protectiveness with this more emotional, sensitive side of him, and those eyes…those damn eyes that ensnared me, holding me captive in their depths.
He began to speak, but his voice had dropped an octave, the deep rumble making my legs clench together, heat building between them and making me uncomfortable. “But I’m not a good man. We both know that. I may not be worthy, but I don’t fucking care. I will take whatever scrap of your life you’ll allow me to be a part of like a starved animal.”
I swallowed against the lump of uncertainty lodged in my throat. I’d had my emotional breakdown. Now it was time to pull myself back together and fulfill the promises I’d made to myself when I was with Selene.
I’d live these two weeks to their fullest extent and without regret.
Throwing my arms around his neck, I pushed up onto my toes and sealed my lips against his. His eyes had been wide right before I closed my own to feel this moment, and I knew this was a way bigger scrap than he had ever hoped to have. Especially this soon.
But time wasn’t on our side. That was a luxury for the living and soon enough, that wouldn’t be me.
His soft lips were completely unmoving, and it felt like I was kissing a statue. I’d thought he would have wanted this, but maybe I’d been wrong.
As my heels dropped back down to the ground and my lips began to pull back, I opened my eyes just in time to see him shake off a shocked expression. He grabbed me around my waist, hoisting me up onto him with ease.
I wasted no time, wrapping my legs around his waist and anchoring myself to him comfortably. My wet core fit snugly atop his hard arousal, making it push against my aching clit.
One of his hands gripped my ass in a bruising hold that I couldn’t deny turned me on, while his other hand tangled into my hair, pulling my lips back to his. We were a flurry of pent-up passion, anger, love, and even a bit of uncertainty as our tongues clashed together. As if this was the last kiss we’d ever share.
Softly moaning, I desperately hoped no one else would walk into this tunnel and catch us at this moment. I didn’t want anything to burst this passionate bubble that had consumed us in its hold, making reality fall away. That’s what I desperately needed…a moment to just stop thinking
His lips swallowed my moan as he practically devoured my mouth, and his hand pulled my ass more firmly into him as he ground his length against me. A whimper fell from my mouth, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how different my sexual roles were with each of my mates.
Jameson had fought me for dominance in life for so long, but I had proven I was the alpha, and he had deferred to me. So, it gave me immense pleasure to allow him to take over the intimate moments between us. He would only be in charge when I’d allow it, and he knew that.
His hot mouth broke from my mouth to trail wet kisses interspersed with small bites to my jaw, then moved down my neck. Just as the hand he’d had tangled in my hair moved to the bottom of my hoodie, as if intending to pull it off, he groaned loudly and brought his forehead to rest against mine, effectively breaking where this was heading.
Our heavy breaths mingled as we stared into each other's eyes. I could see the internal war he was fighting, so I was surprised when he gently lowered me to the ground and said, “Fucking hell, Kira. I hadn’t expected you to allow me to touch you this quickly. When I said I would take whatever I could get from you, I meant that I’d greedily soak up every word you’d utter to me. Not that I’d fuck you here in the tunnels.”
My head tipped as my mouth tilted up in a slight smirk. “So you don’t want to?”
Trailing my hand down his chest and toward the cock that clearly said he wanted to, his hand snapped up to grab my wrist. Tilting his head back, he groaned in pain, “Of course I want to fuck you, Kira. I want nothing more than to have that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock again, clenching it as you come.”
His chest vibrated with his shaky inhale of breath before his eyes came back to rest on my face as if searching me for the answers to a question he was warring with.
I, of course, knew his question would be centered around why I was letting our relationship develop this quickly. I wasn’t dumb, but I also couldn’t give him the truth.
So I stayed silent and looked up at him with what I hoped was an innocent expression, giving nothing away.
You’re going to give me an aneurism with these secrets you’re hiding.
Lux, you know why I won’t tell them. Do you think I’m wrong in my reasoning?
She didn’t respond and that alone was her answer.
His lips thinned as he seemed to come to his own conclusions. Leaning forward, he brushed my forehead with his mouth in a whisper of a kiss against my skin.
“I can’t, Kira. I can’t allow myself to enjoy you this quickly,” he muttered before pulling back.
His admission only served to turn me on more, showing just how much he’d changed and the self-reflection he’d done, his desire to be better abundantly clear. He was punishing himself now that he didn’t think I would be.
