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Was he pissed at her?

She was trying to make sure he was all right.

“Hey—it’s all right. I only wanted to help. I like you.”

“Like fuck you do.” He grabbed her hand and bit it.

“What the hell?”

But then when he turned his stormy eyes on her, it was a look of devotion, of utter pleading she saw, not anger or betrayal. “Don’t leave me . . .”

“I won’t.” She took her hand back, keeping her eyes fixed on him and exited the car.

She rapped on his window before stepping inside the door to her house and smiled.

He smiled back, but she could see the tears in his eyes again.

She closed the garage door, wondered how long he’d sit out there before joining her.

The minute she was inside, she knew what she had to do.

Her clothes were flying off at lightning speed and being dropped like bread crumbs along the way to her bed.

Chapter 5

What had Kel done? He was so scattered and crawling the walls right now, it made last night at the club look like a civilized tea party. But
this
? He almost fucked that woman raw in her car, and he would’ve definitely come inside her without a second thought.

Thank God he’d sobered up right in time to prevent that from happening.

Casey was a decent person, and she was so kind-hearted, it was almost sickening to be near her; not because she wasn’t beautiful and sweet, but because he didn’t deserve it.

He gripped her car door, ready to leap free, but he held back.

She didn’t want to have sex with him. Not really.

She was turned on, he could tell, but so what? It was pretty obvious she was only pitying him and being nice to keep from hurting his feelings.

But she kissed him, more than once. No one had ever done that before to him. Didn’t that mean something?

Women didn’t kiss men they didn’t at least like a little bit, right?

He closed his eyes and relived that moment when her lips first touched his.

God, he swelled in his pants so thick and hard he could barely breathe.

Before he knew what he was doing, his eyes flashed open and he was jumping out of the car, tearing through her house to get to her.

The creature inside him was doing more than pacing like it usually did. It was rampaging, shredding everything in its path to get her.

She was not Hannah. He knew that now, and it would be fine.

The alcohol’s effects had worn off, and the pain from the device latching onto his stomach lining had stopped throbbing, signaling it had healed already, so he was clearer—focused.

It all made sense in this moment.

He’d drunk dialed her, begged her to come back to him and said idiotic things to get her to take him to her place.

He ripped at his clothes, unsure of what else to do at this point—he only knew one thing. The drive to fuck—
hard
.

Unrelenting, pounding fucking was all he knew in this moment.

He prowled down the hall after her.

Her house smelled amazing, like her. A light floral scent, so subtle its flavor was like a light wine that went down smooth and reminded him of what a home should feel like on all the senses.

His hands reached out and his claws scraped along the wall. He wanted to mark her walls, mark
her
. Let everyone know he was here and he claimed her, if even only for a little while.

“Fuck, I can feel you in here,” he said, roaming into her bedroom.

She was lying on her bed, sprawled out naked like a fucking little morsel.

“I won’t stop this time. I’ll be inside you, and I’ll have my dick wringing the air out of your lungs, that’s how high and tight I’ll be in that fuck-hot little body of yours.” He moved to her bed and crawled onto it, grabbing at her legs and widening them as he went.

“Taste me. Tell me if you like what you sample,” she said, smiling.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, bitch. This is my show. I do this my way.” Smiling, he stretched his neck from side to side, loosening his body up. He was so tense all over. Every muscle twitched and coiled at the thought of how much this was going to sting everywhere.

“I know it’s up to you, but I set out some things I thought might help.” She turned her head over to her nightstand. On top of it was a bowl of ice, a wash rag, a bottle of water, some rubbing alcohol and a hand towel.

“Fucking know-it-all, thinking you’ve got this down. You don’t know what I need.” He bent his head back, swallowed the lump in his throat, forming over talking to her this way. It wasn’t her fault he was so surly and fucking hard right now. He groaned as he stared up at the ceiling. How many women did this to him? Tried to fix him? Tried to figure him out?

“It’s not for you, it’s for me,” she began.

His head dropped and his eyes honed in on hers. “Come again?”

“You heard me, sweetie.” She chuckled. “I want to touch you, and I want to see what these things will do.” She blinked and her eyes sparkled. “I need to touch you back.”

“Okay, look . . .” He was unsure of how to proceed. “I know I said some crazy-ass shit tonight, and I’m not gonna apologize for that, but you can’t just—”

Her hand reached out and she stroked his chest. “We don’t have to do anything at all.” She sighed, and it sounded content. Had a woman ever sounded like that around him—
ever
? His chest tightened. “Lie next to me. You don’t have to touch me at all. I only want to be with you and keep you safe. That’s all.”

“You have no fucking clue what that means—
safe
. No one does, at least not when they’re with me. I’m a hunted man, and no matter how hard I try to end it, nothing ever works. I’ll always have to hide, and even if I find somewhere relatively secure for a while, it’s inevitable that I’ll eventually have to pack up and leave again, run to save my worthless ass.”

She studied him with a soft expression. It was hard to gauge what she was thinking. Her hands tucked behind her head. Was this her way of surrendering? Showing him he could trust her?

“Besides, you have a kid—I can’t get you tangled up in this mess.” He sat back on the bed, still between her spread legs, but keeping a distance so he wouldn’t touch her.

Her face contorted and became all shriveled up with wrinkles and shit. “What are you talking about? I don’t have a kid.”

He barked a laugh. “Yeah, right. I saw you.” He pointed at her face. “I saw with my own eyes. I followed you last night, and I watched you pick him up from a babysitter or friend or something. You carried a little boy out. He looked like he was falling asleep, and he was comfortable in your arms and he—” He cut himself off, the emotions too close to the surface.

“Oh, you mean little Robert? He’s not mine.” She shook her head and slid up to sitting. His eyes were transfixed on her breasts immediately.

Transfixed and no longer aware of what he was doing, he was cupping and squeezing them. Was he really here, naked and in her bed?

“Not your kid,” he said woodenly, his voice sounding distanced.

“Nope.” She smiled with a soft, understanding gaze. “I got a phone call, and he needed to be switched to another home. It was an emergency. They were worried he was going to hurt their own children since he was freaking out, screaming and throwing stuff. Things weren’t going well for him where I’d placed him, so I took him to another location. I’m a social worker.”

“Figures,” he said, smirking. “No wonder you feel ‘compelled to be near me.’”

“Hey! I told you the truth,” she said, her voice flitting above him.

He barely heard what she said. His body was stirring again. Touching her tits was . . .

“Lay down. I . . . Christ—you’re beautiful, Casey.”

“But you said—”

“You think I can wait when you look like this, smell this good, and kissed me? I won’t ask again. I don’t wanna hurt you, so—lay. The fuck. Down.
Now
!”

“Bossy man.” She smirked and lowered herself. Her hands went to her inner thighs and she spread herself wide for him.

He dropped on the spot. His tongue moved across her clit, and she made this high pitched sound of delight.

It burned his tongue a little, but wetness cushioned the jolt some.

“Jesus—woman, you taste better than anything I’ve ever known,” he breathed between licks and sucks.

She rolled her hips open and tipped her pelvis up to him.

“That’s it—spread ‘em, and be a slut for me. I love this pink, slick cunt.” He blew across her folds and laughed when her inner thighs broke out in gooseflesh.

She propped herself up for a moment and watched him eat her.

He’d never done this before, so he had no clue how to do it in a way she might like, but he didn’t care about that right now. He only knew she was a drug already. How could he ever stop?

He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He’d never.

“Too fucking good. You’re all swollen for me.” He slipped two fingers inside her. “But if I stick my dick in you, it might burn you. I can’t remember what Hannah said it felt like, mostly because I didn’t hear it. I didn’t want to know if I was hurting her, but I want to know with you. You’ll tell me, right?” The tendons in his neck were standing out—he could feel it as his jaw clenched and flexed with each ragged breath.

“I’ll tell you everything.” She blinked and settled her head back onto the pillow. “Do whatever you want. We’ll figure out how to do this so it’s good for both of us.”

“
No
—not just good,” he slipped a third finger inside her and nudged the hood of her clit with his nose. “It’s gonna be so fucking amazing, we’ll both need CPR afterward. I can already feel it—you’ll destroy me, won’t you, woman?”

“I won’t. I’m not like that.” She shook her head, and it made her hips wiggle.

He pinned her thighs down with his hands. There was a low level throb in his palms from the contact, but he ignored it. When she was motionless, he took his right hand off her thigh and penetrated her once more with his index and middle finger.

“I promise I won’t hurt you, Kel. Not on purpose. I’m not a cruel, cold-hearted woman.”

“Fucking take it, then!” He ripped his fingers out of her, and his dick was in her, powering inside and swelling within.

“Oh
gaaaawwwd
!” She writhed the moment he set his body on hers and was breathless.

Fire
! His skin crawled with this much contact, and then it inflamed into a scorching, blistering sensation that about took him out.

“Does it hurt? Oh Christ! It’s burning you, isn’t it?” She reached over and grabbed some ice, rubbing it all over his chest, his shoulders and biceps. “Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe. I’ll make it better.”

His eyes were clamped shut, but he was thrusting and she was blowing across his dampened skin, putting the fire out.

His legs still sparked and seared from the inside out, but there was nothing he could do about that now. No way would he stop.

His cock never felt like this before. Never! Hannah was always wet, but not like this.

Casey was drenched for him, and the slickness she provided, the tightness, made him hungrier for more.

“Greedy little cunt—it sucks me back in every time I pull out. You want me. Tell me.” He nipped at her breast then nibbled around her nipple. He sucked it in, and she arched into him.

God, fucking on a bed was heaven. His balls tightened at the realization he could have her tits in his mouth while his dick was in her, without her getting away. There was no awkward bending over to simply touch them. There was no cold wall, metal bars, sterile doctor’s examining table, a small couch or scratchy tree she was propped up against while he was thrusting inside her. No one would be hurt.

“Yes, I want you, Jesus Christ!” She fisted the covers below her, keeping her hands off him.

“Touch me, bitch. Show me how much you want me. Make it hard. Bite me—scratch. Leave fucking marks everywhere on me!”

“I don’t do that,” she bit out.

“You do now!” He gripped his hand behind her head, and then flipped them over so she was on top and told her, “Ride me. You score your fingernails down my chest or this is gonna get real brutal, real fast.” He reached up and pinched her nipples.

She yelped and then her eyes darkened. “Why should I try to hurt you?”

“Because I need it.” He bucked his hips up and she slid onto him slowly.

“God, you’re so big. I can barely take it all the way in.” Her eyes closed and her lips thinned as she pressed them together, her forehead creasing like she was concentrating and savoring each sensation.

“I’ll give you a minute to adjust to me, but then you try to hurt me.”

“Why? I don’t understand.” She was too fucking slow with how she buried him to the hilt, but he fought back his impatience because she was glowing in this moment. Christ, so breathtaking. She was flushed, perspiring and so fucking hot with the little O’s she formed with her mouth. And the way she breathed with a grunt the deeper he went—fuck, it was almost too much. He ceased to care about her lashing out at him to make it all even.