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Kissing Torrin’s nose, I slip from his embrace and walk out of the room, padding after Kitt. As I pass the kitchen door, he yanks me inside, pinning me to the wall.

“I didn’t—” I start, thinking he’s mad about Torrin being close after what we discussed this morning, but then his mouth is on mine. He kisses me hard, eating at my mouth until I kiss him back, but then he rips himself away, steps back, and leaves me blinking in confusion.

“I needed that . . . needed to know,” he admits, his chest heaving from the force of his breaths.

“Know what?” I ask, searching his gaze, feeling nervous and off balance. That wasn’t the heat, that was all him, and it felt like lightning hitting my core. Torrin is right. The bond just enhances feelings, making it even more dangerous.

“If it felt the same.” He steps back, his jaw jumping. “It does. I thought it was the mating heat⁠—”

“But it’s just as good, and you can’t stop thinking about it.” I nod, pushing from the wall, annoyance running through me at him using me like that. He made me feel all these things and then stepped away like I’m nothing. It’s cruel, but then again, two can play that game. “Neither can I. Remembering your hands on me and the way you felt inside me⁠—”

“Stop,” he croaks, warding me off. “Please stop.”

“The way I’ll feel empty forever now, and how you touched me . . . marked me.” I stop close to him, letting him decide. We had no choice last night, but now we do. Maybe I’m like Torrin, tired of fighting this, or maybe I want the peace I found in their arms again, knowing what is coming . . . or maybe I just like secretly torturing Kitt. “The way it felt when you filled me with your cum and we fell together. It’s all I think about.”

His hands fist, and the change crawls over him as he bulges, and then he yanks me to him, making the first move. Despite it all, Kitt wants me and the bond, and I can feel it. He wants his family to be happy and complete. He’s just scared, like the rest of us—scared of me hurting them, scared of losing me and what that would mean, and scared he doesn’t deserve this.

We all have our problems, nightmares, and scars, but when he touches me, I forget all of it. I forget I am anything but his, and I want that. I’m so used to being strong and independent, but I’m tired, so I let him manhandle and hold me, taking the choice away.

The bond hums in approval, happily moving between us as his lips crush to mine again, stealing any more mocking, cruel taunts I would throw his way.

I knew you couldn’t resist, I think, and he snarls into my mouth, making me chuckle. There is something about angry Kitt that just does it for me.

Breaking the kiss, he spins me, slams me into the wall, and tears my shirt off before kicking my legs open. My bones creak from the force, breaking and reknitting, even as his thick fingers thrust inside me, forcing me higher as my nails claw at the wall. He doesn’t give me time to ride them, though, pulling them free of my cunt, his voice floating in my head.

You’ll take me however you get me since you are so desperate.

Desperate? Desperate!

I go to spin, to rip him apart, but his arm wraps around my throat, and he pins me with his body as I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. Just as I suck in a breath, he impales me on that hard, unyielding length, forcing a scream from my throat before it chokes off as his arm tightens.

Gnashing my teeth, I rip at his skin with my talons as he pulls from my body, the slight pain at his size leaving me wetter than ever as he fucks me. He takes what he wants, his thrusts cruel and cold, just like him, but under it all, I feel a heat so strong, it rivals mine, pushing down the bond—a need to possess and claim. Fuck, it has me pressing back to take him deeper.

Everyone I have ever been with has either pretended to love me or been kind with my body. Not him. He uses it against me, trusting I am monster enough to take it. He doesn’t care about appearances or being liked. He’s just Kitt.

“You’re dripping for me, firebird. Is this what you wanted? To be slammed around and fucked? Look at you. All that fire and strength, yet you’re water in my hands.”

His voice is rough in my ear, and despite the words, he’s not as unaffected as he acts. I can feel his blazing hunger blasting through the bond as I push back to take him, clenching on his perfect cock.

Not as much as you. One look and you beg for more. All that determination and bravado, and you’re nothing but a monster while taking me. Where is that control now, baby?

I can’t speak out loud because of him, so I make my thoughts loud, hoping he hears, and when he snarls, I know he did. His thrusts turn savage, pummelling me into the wall until my hips crack from the force, yet I want more.

His bicep wraps tighter around my neck from behind, squeezing and keeping me trapped, as if I would want to escape, as he drives into me from behind. I cling to it, cling to him like he’s dry land in this storm. Maybe he is, but he’s also the master of it, forcing pleasure through me with each hard thrust, and when his other hand slips between my legs and pinches my clit, I am torn away from reality and swept into rolling, never-ending waves of ecstasy.

I return when he roars in my ear, his cock buried so deep inside me, it hits my cervix as I feel him spurt his release. Groaning, I rest my head between his arm and the wall as he pants in my ear, his cock twitching inside me until we hear a sound.

He pulls from my body, the movement making me hiss as he releases my throat and stumbles away. Spinning, I lean back into the dented wall, chest heaving, my neck sore, yet the afterglow has me smiling as we face the figure framed in the doorway. It’s a testament to how distracted we were that we didn’t feel him approach through the hive and bond.

“Well, well, well, so much for staying away,” Raiden teases as we look at him, guilt and satisfaction warring within me, especially when I feel the jealousy flowing from him. “And I wasn’t invited? How rude. I want a taste too.”

“Enough, we can’t,” Kitt begins.

“I wasn’t asking you,” he snaps, surprising me with the venom in his eyes. “She’s my mate too.” His eyes slide to me. “You’re not the only one who can’t stop wanting her.”

“It just happened,” I admit, though I have no idea why I feel the need to defend myself, even as I move away from Kitt before realising what I did.

“I saw that. Want to play with me too?” he teases.