Grinding against the growing erection pressed against my apex, he pulled his mouth away from my lips and studied me. My head fell to the wall, and an exhale of absolute desire and longing broke free from me. Kieran lowered his head, licking the piercing before pulling on it with his teeth, stealing a cry of pleasure from me.
He ground his cock on me, forcing it against my clit, threatening to send me careening over the edge. My stomach tightened as the storm built within me, moving down to my clit where he continued rubbing his hard cock. I slipped my hands through his hair, holding him against my breast as if I feared he’d break away from it.
He did, releasing it with a pop that echoed through the room. Then he dropped me, claiming my mouth hungrily while his hand roamed down my abdomen, and further down until he was cupping my sex in his palm. Kieran pulled back, staring down at me as we struggled to control our breathing.
“Do you taste sweet or as bitter as you pretend to be?” he asked, searching my face for the answer.
“Why don’t you taste me and find out for yourself?” I taunted, emboldened by the fantasy version of this creature. His smile wasn’t friendly, but his magical fingers slid beneath my panties, causing a moan to tear from my mouth as he flicked my clit.
“You want me to fuck you? Is that what you need?” He slowly moved his fingers through the arousal that drenched my core. “Bloody hell,” he groaned, teasing my pussy that clenched with the desire to feel him within my walls.
“Yes,” I purred silkily, leaning my head against the wall while holding onto his broad shoulders, knowing if he continued, my legs wouldn’t support me.
“Tell me to fuck you,” he urged, pushing his finger into my pussy.
My entire body trembled, clamping down around the finger that entered my pulsing channel. He hissed, staring at me as he slowly withdrew it, sliding it against my sensitive flesh.
“Fucking wreck me,” I whimpered, gasping as he pushed two fingers into my aching need. I was so close to coming that if he’d flicked my clit one more time, I’d be screaming my release for him already. “Fuck me, please,” I begged, uncaring that my voice sounded like it belonged to someone else.
I abandoned his shoulders, sliding my hands down to his slacks to free his cock. He leaned his forehead against mine, watching my frenzied movements as I pushed my hand past his underwear, grabbing his silken cock while my other hand worked the button.
“I’ve missed you, Xari. Gods damn, I’ve missed you so much.” The whispered confession caused me to lift my gaze to his in confusion.
“Don’t you fucking leave me, woman,” Kieran snapped.
I whimpered, holding onto him as he grabbed my throat, making me lean against the cool surface at my back as the sensation of falling encompassed me. His anger radiated through the room, and I shivered, riding the fingers that still stroked the fire inside of my womb.
“He’s fucking dead,” he sneered coldly, forcing my eyes to his.
I blinked slowly, searching the darkened room. I felt Kieran continuing to bring my body to orgasm, and I parted my legs and moaned, kissing his shoulder until I felt strands of hair touching my lips. I blinked again, listening as he murmured. A piercing pain began burning on my side, and I whimpered against the scorching agony. Sliding my hand toward it, I fought sleep to gain control of my mind as my mark began humming on my skin.
“I needed this tonight, too,” the voice whispered, and then something pressed against my opening, just before I heard a masculine yelp of pain.
My eyes widened with horror at the familiar voice, and I screamed, fighting to push the intruder away from me. Anger sliced through me, and my body shook with rage.
“You motherfucker!” I shrieked, rolling off the bed as I trembled with murder rushing through my veins. “What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded as the bedroom door slammed open, and Noah shot inside with his gun aimed at the nude male beside my bed. “You asshole! What the hell, Micah?”
“You were moaning, and when I tried to wake you up, you were begging to be fucked, Xariana,” Micah snarled back, uncaring that he was standing stark ass naked with his cock fully erect.
“I was dreaming! You have no right to be in my bedroom. How fucking dare you!” I screamed through clenched teeth. “How dare you!”
“You pleaded for me to fuck you. I believe the words you used were, wreck me,” he sneered, glaring at me through the dimly lit room, fed only by the light coming from the hall.
“Get out of my apartment, Micah. Get out! Get out, now!”
“Go, Micah,” Noah urged, reaching down to retrieve the discarded clothes on the floor to chuck them at him. “Go! What in hell were you thinking?”
“Fuck you, Noah. You’re always the knight in shining armor that she’ll never fucking notice. You will forever be in her blindside. Fucking prick.”
“Go back to my room and sleep it off, Micah. You’re drunk, and you’ve overstepped here. You should think about what you just fucking did and to whom you did it, asshole.”
“Fuck you both,” Micah sneered, forcing his legs through his sweatpants.
“I’ll make you some tea,” Noah offered, nodding at my shirt and lack of clothes. “You should dress in something else and shower if you need to. He’s drunk and mourning.”
“Which is exactly why he shouldn’t be in my apartment, alone, much less my room,” I snapped, peering at crumpled sheets before noticing my top had a broken strap. My attention moved to the shadows. The sense of being watched slithered down my back before I nodded, swallowing past the anger still threatening to choke me. “Micah buried his wife and child tonight, and then came to my bed? That’s not okay.”
“No, it’s not. But at one time, you two were inseparable and depended on one another when shit got rough. I’m not saying what he did was okay, because it wasn’t. There’s no excuse for what just happened. I’m just reminding you that when you needed someone, he was your person, and you were his. Micah ruined that when he cheated on you, and he understands that, too. He drank a lot once you went to bed, and I should have stayed up long enough to ensure he’d gone to sleep.”
Shaking my head, I didn’t reply, because what Noah said was the truth. Micah had been an extension of me and my crutch. It was why it had hurt so badly to find him fucking Meredith on the counter in our apartment. He’d broken that trust and my heart in one single act of betrayal. That’s the reason I’d left everything and everyone I knew to escape having to see them together.
“I’m going to shower, and then I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” I muttered, heading for the bathroom to remove Micah’s touch from my flesh.
Chapter Eleven
Noah brewed some tea in my kitchen and had it ready for me when I exited the shower. He frowned at the oversized pajamas I wore. He’d been the one to order my clothes, according to Kaderyn. I scrunched up my nose, ignoring his creasing forehead.
“If I hadn’t lost so much weight hunting, they’d have fit perfectly,” I announced, causing his expression to soften.
“You want to talk about what happened?” he asked, pushing the steaming cup of tea in front of me as I plopped down beside him.