He slams inside me. I arch back against him, crying out. This is what I need. I didn’t even know I needed. He bites into my shoulder, and I throw my head back as his hands grab my breasts, kneading them hard, the pleasure is pain, and the pain is the most exquisite pleasure.
“Fuck these people who don’t want you. Fuck them all. I want you. I want you so much I could spend the rest of my life buried right here in this spot and never come out again.”
I clench around him; the words seeping past the poison, past the wall of rage, and reaching deep inside me.
I cry out; the orgasm comes too fast and sudden to anticipate. He holds me through it, continuing to thrust slowly into me, never stopping.
“Good, that’s good. Feels better, doesn’t it?”
He reaches around me and rips open my shirt, then snaps the front opening clasp of my bra. He reaches up and pulls and teases my nipples, sending heat coiling inside me.
“That’s it, tighten around me, you little tease. Tell me you like it.”
“I like it.”
“I need more,” Wrath purrs.
“I really like it, now move, Wrath.” I whine. With a frustrated growl, I grab his hand and slide it down to my clit.
He strokes my clit with painful slowness, then with a dark chuckle, thrusts up into me, bringing me to my toes.
I let out a strangled groan as I feel so full, so complete. This feels right. Khaos be damned.
“Right, put your hands on the sink and hold on now.”
I let go of his wrist and brace myself on the mirror instead. He smiles evilly over my shoulder. He starts moving again, slowly, and then with increasing thrusts, pounding into me. I hang on as best I can as my body coils tighter and tighter.
He starts growling, growing steadily more feral, his thrusts becoming erratic. His hand dips between my thighs, skating over my clit. My body tightens instantly, almost locking onto him.
“Look at me!”
I force my eyes open as the tide of my pleasure spasms through me. He thrusts twice, out of control, deeper than before, and then I feel his hot seed pumping into me. His groan is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
And still, our eyes remained locked.
He pants and kisses my shoulder. “That’s how much I want you.”
Over his shoulder, Angel appears, studies us, and disappears again. I shift my gaze back to Wrath and try to understand why Angel looked so satisfied with Wrath being buried inside me.
But then Wrath pulls out and drops to his knees, and I stop thinking altogether.
Casey
The car pulls up,and I recognise it by sound. For one second, I allow myself to feel pure panic, and then I shove it deep down inside me and spring up from the couch, throwing myself across the room. I grab the menthol spray and spray it everywhere, then I scramble, doing up my shirt and leaping towards the hallway.
I throw a hand out at the two men following me.
“Please stop. I need everyone to stay in the bedrooms. Please. I’ll explain later.”
Riot’s eyes darken, and he takes a step. “Who just arrived?”
“Please. Just this once, can you listen to me?” I beg, I plead, but this confrontation could go a couple of ways, and I might be able to buy us some time if they just stay in the bedroom.
“No matter what you hear, don’t come out,” I whisper.
Wrath pauses, looking me up and down. I can see him thinking intently, weighing his options, and then he turns abruptly and goes back into the bedroom. The others take their cue from him and follow him.
I glance around. It's tidy enough. No one would know there are five shifters in the other room.
