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She needs to shut the fuck up before I make her.

Her heart slams loud enough for me to hear when I lunge at her, stopping in front of her so my wet clothes press to her dry ones. “Kitt?” Her eyes search mine, and whatever she sees has her swallowing and her cheeks tinging red. “Kitt?” This time, it’s softer, a plea. It does something to me, something I can’t explain. Not even the cold water dripping down my spine can repel the fire she started in me.

“Fuck it,” I snap. I grab the back of her neck, ignoring her protest and the fire burning across her skin as I crush my lips to hers. We both freeze, staring at each other. Everything rushes through me, all the others’ thoughts and feelings. Their anger, envy, and need mix with my own. The bond demands I carry on and give in, and the stone wall inside me cracks until heat floods inside and melts my clay, making me putty in her hands.

I close my eyes and kiss her harder. When she opens her lips for me, my tongue surges in, tangling with hers, and my groan echoes around the room as she reaches up and grips my arms. Her nails dig in, but I can’t stop. The kiss is feral and cruel, tasting like blood and sin and mistakes, yet I can’t slow down. My hand slides up into her hair, fisting it to drag her closer as she gasps into my mouth.

“We can’t.” She pulls away, her lips swollen and parted as she stares into my eyes. There’s no love or softness, just hate and need, and it burns my skin. “We can’t do this.”

We stare at each other for a moment before our lips crash together again despite her protests. Both of us know this is a very bad fucking idea, but we are unable to resist anymore. The ship rocks with the force of the storm, one that echoes through me as her hands slide up to my shoulders, and she leaps. I catch her with one arm and almost send her flying into the air as her legs wrap around my waist, letting me feel the heat between her legs. Her ankles cross behind me, her thighs crushing my torso as I turn us and slam her onto a table. I drop her onto the wood and come down on top of her.

The way Raiden watched her and ached to touch her haunts me, and I can’t deprive myself anymore.

“Kitt, seriously, we can’t. You’ll turn around and blame me.”

By the gods, I’ve never wanted her to shut up as much as I do right now. I don’t want logic. I want her body.

“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl. I don’t need to be nice to her. I want to fuck her more than I want my next breath or even my freedom, but I don’t need to be nice to her, and her eyes widen before burning bright at my harsh command.

“You shut the fuck up and put your mouth to good use,” she retorts, thinking I won’t, but I have no patience left. I want what she offered.

Dropping to my knees, I watch her eyes flare as I grab her trousers and tear them off, leaving her bare as I force my shoulders between her spread legs.

“Kitt—”

My eyes drop to her exposed cunt, a shudder rolling through me when I see the slick, pink flesh begging for me. She controlled Raiden, but she won’t control me. I don’t care what she wants, but I need to have her all over my mouth or I might die. Dragging her to the edge of the table, I press my face into her pussy and inhale deeply, my eyes rolling shut in ecstasy. My cock swells and jerks, begging for attention, but I ignore it. My fingers dent her flesh before I remind myself to be gentler. She isn’t breakable per se, but I’m strong enough to tear apart buildings. All I want is her pleasure, not her pain right now. She smells like brimstone and sweetness, so good I want to take a bite.

I sink my teeth into her inner thigh until she smacks my head hard. I don’t flinch, but I feel it, and then she fists my hair, and I lap at her flesh, wanting more of her taste. When I do, she gasps above me.

“Kitt, fuck!”

Concentrating on the bud I saw her touching through Raiden’s memory, I press my tongue against it, trying different things until she squirms, pressing into my mouth. My eyes focus on the hole begging for attention, the one she fucked. Slipping my tongue down, I thrust it inside her, feeling her channel tighten around my invading flesh. She’s so hot and wet, I groan in need, pressing closer.

There is no technique or finesse. I know I’m not the first to do this to her, but I don’t care. I take her pleasure with my brutality, and her reactions make me believe she loves it.

I can’t hold back the change. My skin swells and shifts, and when I drag my tongue down her slit, it’s hard and bigger, and she cries out, tugging on my hair as she grinds into my face. Encouraged by her reaction, I speed up, tasting every inch of her before forcing my tongue inside her, and she screams. Her cunt clenches as her sweet cream spills into my mouth, her thighs clamping around my head with impressive strength. When they finally relax, I pull my tongue out and lap up the desire leaking from her hole as she gasps above me.

Pleasure spills from her and into me from the bond, and it’s addictive—almost as addictive as her silence.

Lifting my head, I wipe my mouth and lick my hand clean as she pants on the cracked wood of the table, her eyes sliding partially open to see me. “For someone who hates me, you sure came hard on my mouth, firebird.”

“It’s the only thing your mouth is good for. Either shut up or get out.”

I surge to my feet. She thought I would stop and walk away. Her shock is evident as I grab her and flip her, my hands on her hips. I press my body to her back, and she is dwarfed by my size, so I have to press her feet on top of mine as I thrust my fingers into her channel. Her nails extend and scratch the wood as she pushes back. Her head is below mine, and the scent of her hair under my chin makes me wild. “Kitt, shit, fuck, I need more.”

“I know what you need, firebird.” My tone is gravelly and laced with my own unrestrained hunger as I shove my trousers down and fist my cock just like Raiden did. I’m big, especially now that I’ve changed, but she doesn’t seem to mind as I pull my fingers free and press against her entrance.

“Wait, go slow, you’re—” Her words end in a scream as I thrust into her, impaling her on my length. Her voice fills the air as she presses forward, trapped between me and the table. Her tight cunt grips me as I grunt, pulling out and shoving back in.

“Fuck!” she roars, clawing at the wood as she struggles to breathe. “Don’t stop!” she hisses, and I flex my hips, burying myself deeper as she groans. I swell as the change takes all of me, but I don’t hold back. I don’t want to be nice, even if I could, and she doesn’t either. I feel the desperation linking us, a need so strong we can’t fight it anymore as I hammer into her, fast and hard. I claim her hot channel as I spear her with my cock.

This isn’t mating or lovemaking. This is hate sex. Both of us are angry at this bond, but we are unable to deny the need and attraction we feel, so we take it out on each other.

One of my hands drifts down her neck, tearing her shirt off so I can touch her breasts, cupping and squeezing the tight globes as she whimpers, pushing back to meet my thrusts.

There are no words, only animalistic cries as we come together in a way no others could survive. She’s made for me, and I was made for her. Every inch of me was made to pleasure her like this, and as she clenches around my swollen, hard length, I know she loves it.

The table creaks and cracks further down the middle, but we ignore it, our bodies slapping together as I pinch and twist her nipples.