Fallen Kings

32

“Yes, I like it! But I don’t like you going in my room without my permission!”

He gives a casual shrug, making the hard muscles roll in a way that is very difficult to ignore. “I figured you wouldn’t want to see me, so I dropped it off. I know you love the coffee at that shop in Angel Peak, so I got you some to show I was thinking of you. Remind me never to do something nice for you again.” I blow out a long breath and try to keep my voice even as I explain. “I appreciate the gift, but if you were truly thinking of me, you would’ve considered how it would feel to have you invade my space again, after you destroyed it last time.”

“I did think about that,” he snaps. “But I thought you were over it. You got me back for that. You forgave me. We were past all that.”

“Obviously not!”

He walks into the kitchen as he shakes his head. “What do you want me to do? I admitted to making mistakes in the past. I told you I’m trying to do better. I gave you a gift to show I care. Tell me what else I can do!”

“I don’t know!” I yell back as I follow him. “I get that you’re trying, but your gifts and apologies are meaningless. You’re still never going to say the word ‘sorry.’ I’m not sure you’ll ever be able to share me with Kassiel. Has anything between us really changed?”

He lets out a frustrated growl and yanks me toward him, then slants his mouth over mine. I dig my fingers into his massive shoulders as I kiss him back, unable to help myself. We haven’t touched in months, and now that we’ve started, we can’t seem to stop. My hands roam his strong chest, his hard back, his perfect hips, while his fingers tangle in my hair, moving my head so he can get a better angle to devour my mouth. And hot damn, does he devour it.

His mouth leaves mine as he presses his towel-covered hips against me. “Admit it. You want me as much as I want you.”

I push against his chest, but his hands tighten in my hair, which only turns me on even more. I glare up at him. “I hate you.”

“You know what they say about that thin line.” He pulls my head back and presses his lips to my neck. I practically melt against him. My body explodes with desire, but my brain is offended that I’m so turned on. Blame it on my succubus hormones. Not because I need Callan so badly I can’t think straight. Or because I might actually care about him. No way.

I tell myself hate-s*x with Callan is probably a good thing, anyway. I slept with Kassiel after he was healed up, but otherwise I’ve been relying too much on Bastien and Marcus. I don’t want to hurt them. I need to bang someone else, fast.

Yes. This is my excuse.

“We both know you just wanted a reason to come over here,” Callan says, against my neck. It’s like he can’t help but try to piss me off.

“You wish.”

He takes my chin in his strong grip and looks me in the eyes, challenging me as always. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

I grab the towel and yank it off his hips. “Don’t you dare f*****g stop.”

He lets out a throaty, arrogant laugh and steps back so I can get a good, long look at his naked body. That muscular chest. Those defined hips. That hard c**k.

Then, when I’ve practically drooled all over myself, he grabs my waist and yanks me against him, pressing that irresistible body against me. He claims me with a burning hot kiss and I reach down to grab his c**k, squeezing it tight.

“Put this inside me already,” I demand.

“So f*****g bossy.” He spins me around and bends me face-down over the island, then yanks my skirt up. “Don’t you know I’m in charge around here?”

“Never.” Except I secretly love how he takes control in the bedroom.

His large fingers rip my panties off, and then he’s reaching between my legs, feeling how soaked I am for him. He lets out a low, masculine sound of approval, and then he forces my legs wider and moves behind me. With one hard thrust, he fills me up, hips flush against my ass, his body caging me against the countertop.

“That what you want?” he asks, as he pulls out and then slams back into me.

I lift up a little and turn to glare at him. “Shut up and f**k me.”

“Maybe I want to take my time.” He kneads my butt cheeks, the tip of his d**k still inside me. “Damn, I could look at this perfect ass all day.”

Impatient, I push my hips back, making him fill me up again. He gets the hint, and with his hands on my ass he begins a steady glide, in and out, back and forth, give and take. Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, in a way that only happens when we’re having s*x.

Then I feel his large finger tracing my back entrance, sending all new feelings through me. He bends over my back, his lips on my ear, as he probes me from behind. “One day, I’m going to put my c**k in here. You want that, don’t you?”

I can’t speak, not with him pumping into me so hard I’m moving back and forth along the countertop, but my moans must be enough for him. He slides his finger into my ass, thrusting into me in time with his c**k. The sensations that shoot through me are almost overwhelming.

I always knew he was an ass man.

His other hand reaches between us and finds my c**t, taking the pleasure to another level. He controls my body like it belongs to him, and maybe it does, at least at this moment. Another finger enters me from behind. His pressure on my c**t increases. His thrusts grow harder and faster. He’s pushing me to the edge, but I’m not falling without him.