“You do not touch me or take my energy unless invited.” The force of my voice made them slink back farther. “Do. You. Understand?”
I felt like they did. A connection with them settled deep in my bones. They knew who the alpha was.
It was like a switch, the strange light fading out. My body sagged over, taking in deep breaths, my hands going to my knees. What the fuck just happened?
A noise near the stairs twisted my head to the side. Aqua eyes burned into me through the dark. Warwick stood on the last step, watching me. Rage and another emotion I couldn’t grasp vibrated off the beast like a drum. His gaze moved over my figure, making every place it touched shiver. Then his eyes landed back on mine.
Straightening up, my chin rose in a challenge. An unspoken threat. Daring him to test me. I would not let him hurt or take any more from me either.
“I didn’t mean to take from you.”
“You didn’t,” he rumbled, his chest moving up and down. “I tried to help you... but that was all you.”
All me? How was that possible?
Swallowing down the fright, I lifted my head higher.
“You think I need you, but I don’t, Farkas. I don’t need anyone.”
His eyes tapered, his shoulders rolled back, and a deep growl rumbled in his throat. That was the only warning I got. He barreled toward me like a train, fury streaking his face. As if I survived the ghosts only to become his victim.
His kill.
His name caught on my tongue as he crashed into me. His hands clutched my arms, my spine slamming against the wall, his body pressing into mine.
“You got it all wrong, Kovacs.” Anger and desire stormed through his eyes as a deep growl shook the room, raking down every nerve and bone in my body. “It’s us who needs you.”
His fingers curled around my ponytail, yanking my head back roughly. Ecstasy and pain sizzled down my vertebrae. His free hand slid up my jaw, cupping the back of my head.
“Warwick?” His name came out a question. A want. A plea.
“For once, princess, shut up.” His hands clutched my ass, lifting me up, my legs wrapping around him.
“Make me.”
His mouth crashed into me like an explosion.
Life. Death.
Love. Hate.
With just a kiss, everything ignited, making me realize we had not actually kissed before. The feel of his actual lips on mine was ruthless and vicious, snapping fire and electricity into my nerves.
Pure pleasure.
Pure pain.
Downright feral.
The barricade we tried to keep up between us splintered into pieces, dousing us in white-hot flames, making me more desperate. My nails raked through his hair as I pulled myself closer to him, demanding more.
“Fuck.” His fingers dug into my head, his tongue slipped and curled with mine, creating a deep moan in my chest. “Why does kissing you feel this fucking good?” His hands wrapped around my neck, tipping my face to his, his eyes burning into mine.
Hungry.
They would devour and rip me into shreds.
I wanted every bit of my destruction. And I would be his.
Staring down at him, I dropped back to my feet. His thumb pushed harder into my throat, the pulse matching the need beating in my pussy. I unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down his thick, muscular thighs. My body responded with desperation as my hand took hold of his massive erection.
Fuck. He felt a hundred times larger, hotter, and thicker in my actual hands.
In my mind, my mouth covered him, sucking and licking as I stroked him. His lids fluttered as he leaned in closer to me. “Kovacs.” His voice cracked as he greedily captured my mouth again while I felt his tongue also glide down my stomach to my core, licking through me. A gasp erupted from my lips.
Maybe we just needed to get this out of our system, then it would go away.
“Fuck me, Farkas. Now.”
My demand was a detonator. We went from needy to vicious and frenzied.
His fingers ripped my tank over my head. Our kisses were frantic, the kind that would devastate and destroy. He bit into my bottom lip, driving my desire for him into a fury.
He growled, his hands breaking the zipper of my pants as he ripped them down, stripping me until I was bare. His gaze glowed as his eyes and fingers traced over my small curves.
I understood. Screw foreplay.
The need was so feral it choked the air. Even the spirits stirred around us, their energy pumping, adding to the electricity in the room. Zapping and hissing.
Ripping off his shirt and getting rid of his shoes, he swept me up again, my legs circling him, his cock throbbing against me, making me more desperate. My head went back as he kissed down my neck, my nails clawing at his back.
His warm mouth covered my breast, arching me farther into the wall. The bones fashioned into the stone dug into my spine.
Life and death.
It branded us.
Owned us.
Created us.
This man would consume me. Devour and destroy me.
He’d burn me to the ground, but I would rise up from the ashes and demand more.
“Warwick...” I moaned as his tongue flicked my nipple, his lips sucking. Fuck, this man’s mouth alone could obliterate me.
He was everywhere, imaginary and real, gliding inside and out, twisting me into nothing but desire. My mouth opened in a silent cry as his real fingers slipped inside and curled into me.
“Fuck, princess,” he hissed, pumping harder into me.
“Gods...” My arms wrapped tighter around him, trying to end the ache in my pussy; the hunger was turning to pain. “Now.”
“I’m not going to be gentle.” He growled, pushing me back into the wall, our eyes meeting. His hand pressed against the wall, the tip of him hinting at my opening, making me try to climb higher, my emotions so tuned I felt like a cord about to snap. The need for him was something I had never experienced before, so intense I became savage.
“Don’t you dare,” I grumbled, scratching his skin until I drew blood. “I think you know I am far from fragile. Death doesn’t even want to fuck with me.” I glared into his eyes, challenging him. “Do you, Wolf?”
Like I summoned the beast, an animalistic snarl reverberated off the walls, his mouth taking mine, his imaginary tongue sliding down my body, sucking my clit, forcing my chest to heave.
With a growl, he thrust deep into me. I experienced every inch of his skin, his soul, his heat, as he slammed into me.
Oh. Holy. Fuck.
“Fuuuuuccck!” I heard him bellow while the same cry ripped from my lungs.
We both froze at the intensity. Blinding light and flashes of scenes went through my mind too fast to catch. My body was overwhelmed with so much pleasure and pain, tears pricked my eyes.
The ache of his size mixed with the unbelievable bliss. It was so much; every muscle started shaking. I could feel him inside, creating surges of electricity shattering through nerves, tearing oxygen from my lungs, like a thousand mini orgasms building together.
I had been with enough men to know this was not normal... not even in our abnormal situation.
A vein bulged from his neck, and I could feel the same blood pumping through the vein in his cock, turning me even more delirious. A deep sound hummed from his chest. His grip on my hips bruised my bones as he thrust in deeper. A roar boomed off the walls, his chest heaving like he was feeling everything I was.
“Kovacs.” His hands went to the wall beside my head, and for a moment, his legs dipped. “What the fuck?” His voice was like gravel. “I can’t hold back.”