He huffs, rolling his eyes. “Dream on.” He spins and starts for the door.
“You came all the way over here to punish Sik Vik, but you’re unwilling to do the one thing that can help you exact revenge for your brother?”
“I guess you don’t know me as well as you think.”
He reaches for the doorknob, and I’m certain that will be that, but he stops himself.
I’m intrigued, Logan Wilde.
Intrigued.
Excited.
Aroused.
He’s still for a few moments. It reminds me of times when we used to visit my aunt and uncle for hunting trips, when deer would settle but seem to have this awareness that we were somewhere in the vicinity, intuiting it but unable to tell where the danger was coming from.
Finally, he snaps from his state, and just when I think he’s about to bolt, he turns back to me and rushes across the room. A primal impulse overtakes me, tempting me to get out my gun—
I’m embarrassed to admit that the determination in his eyes, the precision of his movements is intimidating.
Even to a Lorde.
What are you doing, Logan?
8
LOGAN
Killian’s eyes arewild.
I should’ve walked out the door, but the truth is, I was never leaving. He’s right about me. After what was done to my brother, I can’t let Sik Vik be tormented by anyone other than me. It’s my duty as Wrath’s protector. And nothing, not even a blowjob, is gonna stand in my way.
When I reach Killian, I’m amused because he looks confused, almost like he’s ready for me to deck him, and there’s a thrill to being able to throw him off for a change.
I snatch his belt, unfastening, watching as his expression shifts from confusion to certainty. I make quick with his fly, though as soon as I get it open, revealing the waistband of his underwear, a rational part of my brain kicks in. The part that would never do something like this—not with a man, and especially not after what this particular man has done to me.
I grind my teeth, grunting as I struggle between pride and responsibility, forcing myself to my knees as I submit to the latter. This isn’t the measured, controlled man I’ve been all these years, the one who’s made every choice in his life. This is something more innate, primal even. I’ve never given a blowjob, but I’ll figure it out, because a Wilde will do whatever needs to be done.
“Yes,” Killian breathes, making the hairs on my nape stand on end.
I drag his pants down to his ankles with his briefs, and he’s already stiffening for me. It must be turning him on, the idea ofdominating me like this, forcing me into submission. And there’s no question this is by force because he knows something about me that only a man in his position could know—I can’t temper my desire for blood.
I stare at his girth. Such a thick cock, and I imagine it’ll swell even more once I start working it.
“You just gonna stare at it?” he asks, mockery in his tone as he revels in his power.
I just have to go for it, so I keep in mind the things I’ve enjoyed when women have sucked me off. I cup his balls, firming him up even more before I run my tongue across his salty flesh. I probe with my tongue, surprised at how pleasant his taste is. While I’m exploring, he runs his fingers through my hair, and I jerk my head back. “Don’t touch me.”
He grips on tight before releasing, like it’s a struggle for him to obey a command. I can’t blame him for that, when I understand the privilege he comes from all too well.
“Stick it in your damn mouth. Show me how much you want to make that guy pay.”
Killian has this sick hold over me. We’re too much alike. Maybe it’s something to do with being the eldest sons, or just this blood running through my veins that has me hardwired for vengeance against the man he’s obstructing me from destroying.
I don’t hesitate. I slide my lips around the head of his cock, allowing him into my mouth. Massaging his balls, I move back and forth, hating him for how much harder he’s getting, forcing me to open my jaw more. But I’m still a Wilde, and I keep my teeth just close enough to his flesh to irritate, the way I remember one of the girls I was with did with me, albeit unintentionally.
Killian growls, snatching me by the hair. Instinctively, my jaw opens, though I wish I’d clamped down as he pulls me off his dick, tugging my hair, yanking my head back, my neck taut ashe barks, “Try that again, and you’ll be getting a lot worse than this.”
