Then he kisses me, slow and tender, as he slides his cock up and down my pussy again, hunting out my entrance with his thumb.
“It’s meant to hurt the first time,” he whispers against my mouth. “Just breathe into the pain, sweet girl.”
Chapter 17
Kai
I don’t want to be here, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I don’t want to look, but I have to. Haven shivers as Rooke kisses her, as he positions his cock, ready to fuck her.
But that same rage from earlier rushes through me and flattens every last wall, barrier, and resistance I have.
Like a fucking hurricane.
As Rooke forces the first inch of his cock into Haven’s pussy, I’m right there to rip it out again. She gasps, tearing her lips away from Rooke’s when I grab her hair, when I make her look at me, into my eyes as I grab my cock and slide it through her dripping wet slit.
My eyes flash to Rooke’s. “Mine,” I growl.
He tips his head back, laughing, a wild light in his eyes.
“You sure, boy?” he mutters, releasing Haven’s wrists. He slides his hands down her hips, between her thighs, and forms a triangle over her pussy. “Seems you’re happy to let anyone have her,” he croons, smiling like Satan himself.
Haven’s back arches as I nudge her entrance, and I have to fight to breathe. My chest closing up. My body tensing.
“I want this,” she whispers. “Please, Kai.” I look up, locking my eyes with her big blue ones. “Fuck me.”
I bite my bottom lip, letting it slide out between my teeth as I push against her. Rooke is right there, eyes locked to mine, but he’s not stopping me, not fighting.
He’s keeping her open, keeping her positioned just right, like he knows the exact angle my cock needs to push into her hot, tight, wet cunt.
“Jesus,” I mumble, and it sounds like a fucking prayer. “You feel so fucking good, Heavenly.”
She shudders, and Rooke groans as if he can feel everything she can.
“Deeper,” he rasps.
I force myself in another inch, making a sound that’s something between a growl and a groan. Haven gasps. Rooke lets out a dark, satisfied chuckle.
“Deeper.”
Haven’s shivering, whimpering, and there’s pain in her eyes, but I can’t stop either, because fuck, she’s so tight and wet around me, all I want to do is start thrusting.
So I do.
I can’t fucking help it.
“Slower, boy. Make every inch count.”
First she gasps, and then she mewls. And then she’s panting right alongside me as I lay my body on hers, on Rooke, as I grab her hair and force her neck taut so I can rain kisses on her throat as I thrust in and out of her pussy.
I smell the blood. I smell our sweat. I smell arousal and fear and something fiendish, like madness.
Or hell.
Maybe that’s why, when Haven twists her head away to breathe, my eyes find Rooke’s. When he licks his lips, I dart down and press my mouth to his.
Him I can kiss as hard as I want.
Fuck, it feels like it’s never hard enough, because he gives back twice what I give.
