I huff out a frustrated breath, gripping his throat harder, but with every tense of his neck, I feel the thick, corded muscles under my fingers simply…resist.
When I try to break off the kiss to say something condescending, mean, spiteful, he chases me down. His lips attack mine, his tongue forcing its way between my teeth despite how I try to keep him out.
It’s brutish. Clumsy.
But his savagery does something unexpected.
It rouses Bad Wolf from slumber.
“Good boy,” it growls.
I don’t know if it’s speaking to me or Kai.
Either way, I don’t like it.
I try to push him away. As punishment, Kai grinds his hips against mine. The fact that he’s hard despite all the weed and booze is remarkable. That my own cock is already half-mast is utterly shocking.
I despise being dominated.
Better men than Kai have tried in the past, and it didn’t end well for them. The lucky ones limped away. The unlucky ones…well, they never got up again, in every sense of the word.
So why the fuck am I letting him do this? True, he’s stronger than me. The alcohol has lent him strength above and beyond whatever he curated in the campus gym. But I have many ways to incapacitate someone in an attack.
Except…I’m choosing not to.
I’mlettinghim do this.
Because there’s a part of me that’s fucking enjoying it.
Instead of pushing him away again—trying to, at least—my hand delves under his hoodie and shirt. I rake my nails overhis back, sinking deep into the muscles that ripple under my fingertips.
We’re both panting into the kiss, breathless from the intensity.
My lips are already as swollen as my cock.
And that’s before Kai grabs the front of my jeans and squeezes me hard enough to make me whimper against his mouth.
“You’re being such a good—“ I begin, but Kai bites down on my lower lip so hard I cut off with a hiss.
“Shut the fuck up, Rooke.”
JesusfuckingChrist.
I shove my hand into his sweats, palming his warm, hard cock in a fierce grip. He pauses for a groan, and then he’s kissing me again, his tongue filling my mouth before I can try to defend myself.
Someone’s growling, and I don’t know if it’s in my head, or if I’m the one making the noise.
I don’t care.
Because Kai is unzipping my jeans, and the anticipation of him manhandling my cock like he so obviously plans to do has me leaking precum on my fucking underwear.
The boy doesn’t disappoint.
Kai roughly drags my cock out, causing me to hiss when the zipper teeth scrape against my sensitive skin.
His hand trembles on my exposed cock, fingers wrapping hesitantly, almost reluctantly, around my shaft. But as soon as he has a solid grip, he starts fisting my cock with fast, urgent pumps bordering on torture.
I turn my head, dragging in a ragged breath. “Slow down?—”
