The raining water mixed with her tears. I held her closer, wishing I could take away her pain—wishing I knew how to fix her problems.
I’d been so consumed with plotting Richard’s death that I hadn’t been paying attention to how out of control the situation had become. Eli was right—I had been ignoring her. Pushing her away. I’d made everything worse.
She shivered against me, the subtle chattering of her teeth enough for me to pull myself together. I reached to the side and twisted the knob, adjusting the frosty temperature to hot.
As the water gradually heated, I lifted the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, over her head. The material splattered to the ground where I dropped it. Methodically, one article at a time, I took off her wrist sheaths and knives before starting on her pants. Once I was done, I hurried to get off my own and added them to the sodden pile of weapons and clothes on the bathroom floor.
Through the steam billowing around us, I drank her in. Her vacant eyes were haunted and shadowed with bruise-like circles. Dark hair streamed over her shoulders, long enough to cover her tits and tease me with glimpses of her nipples. The cuts and bruises showing starkly on her pale skin healed before my eyes, leaving nothing but unblemished porcelain in its wake. Water ran between her high, firm breasts, down her stomach to the thatch of curls covering her sex.
I swallowed, trying to force my desire back. Sex was the last thing she needed. My prick hardened anyway, having a mind of its own. I rubbed against her, not able to control my unruly cock. Desire sparked, filling her eyes with hunger as she responded. Ella ran her gaze over me, pausing to caress the length of my erection. Lust surged, overshadowing the whirring emotions she seemed to be trying to escape.
She stepped close and pressed her mouth to mine in a desperate kiss I felt in the depths of my soul. She slid her hand down my stomach, trailing her nails over skin. Where she touched, muscles flexed.
The demon inside me surged to the surface, scenting its mate’s need. My desire consumed me. I had visions of flipping her over and shoving my cock inside her. I wanted to lick her pussy, watch her writhe beneath me. I growled against her mouth, tempted to give in, to be what she needed. But I—the man—couldn’t. Not like this.
“Ella,” I said softly, gently redirecting her hand away from my straining cock. “We need to talk.”
I cupped her cheek and steadied her face so she had no choice but to look at me. Rage drew her predator to the surface and her bright eyes went electric with fury. My nostrils flared and my cock jerked with want. Her temper always had turned me on.
“Why do you keep pushing me away?” Anger lifted the volume of her voice. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” She screamed her question at me, the shrill tone pitched high enough to make me flinch.
I kept my voice low and gentle. “Nothing is wrong with you. We need to talk this out.”
I pushed the wet strands of her hair off her face and pressed my forehead to hers, willing my erection to go away so I could think.
“Well, I don’t want to talk.” She pressed her smooth leg between mine and used her thigh to caress my testicles.
Fuck. My dick pulsed and I closed my eyes at the waves of sensation slamming through me. Two weeks without sex, without jacking off, had me ready to come at the briefest of touches. My resolve faded and I cupped her hip, digging my fingers into flesh to draw her closer. Her skin was soft, the perfect canvas for me to leave little nipping bites along.
She pressed her wet chest against mine, the tips of her nipples tiny little pebbles I wanted in my mouth. Ella cupped my cock, squeezing the base before stroking up to the crown. My eyes rolled into the back of my head right about the same time Ella lifted onto her toes and licked the water from my bottom lip.
I was a goner. The second I opened my mouth, she stroked her tongue against mine and had me straining to get closer. My girl was good at a lot of things, kissing being one of them. From base to tip, she caressed the length of my shaft. I took over the kiss, dominating her mouth and thrusting my hips into her grasp. I was in control here, not her.
Shit. No. Damn.
We weren’t doing this. Ella’s cure-all was sex, a handy avoidance tactic. Normally I’d be all for it but not this time. Tonight we were going to be adults. She’d accused me of cheating on her. We were clearing that shit up right now. A swift spark of anger gave me the willpower to untangle my mouth from hers.
“Damn it, Ella, knock it off.”
I grabbed her wrist, stilling her movement before I came in her palm. I wondered if she could see the hunger in my eyes, feel the waves of lust that radiated from me.
Her back bowed and she made a needy mewling noise in the back of her throat I found sexy as fuck. Under her grip, my erection jerked, straining to get closer.
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and stared up at me as if my cock was her entire world. Ella released her lip and my gaze was drawn to the swollen flesh against my will.
“What’s the matter?” she purred in a really erotic, really sexy way. Her lip, the one I was imagining her dragging along my shaft, plumped out in a pout. “You don’t want me anymore?”
Women were creatures I’d never understand. Of course I wanted her! My dick was hard. Weeping in fact. My balls were ready to fucking explode and I was seconds away from forcing her to her knees and shoving my dick into her mouth.
I blew out an angry breath. “That’s bullshit and you know it. I’m tired of this crap, Ella. We fight and then we fuck. The root issue is never resolved. It’s time to grow up and deal with our problems. Sex isn’t going to fix anything.”
Ella’s anger simmered, making her electric irises look sinister. Like a switch, her mood shifted. “So you think I’m a child too?”
Too? I shook my head and frowned down at her. “What are you talking about? Of course I don’t think that.”
“Then shut up and fuck me. You told me to take some time to figure out what I want. Well, I want you.” She ran her hand up her stomach and cupped her right breast, squeezing the flesh. A breathy moan left her. “Right now.”
I clenched my teeth together and backed up, needing distance. “No. Not like this, not until you tell me what the hell is going on in that brain of yours.”
Her breasts labored up and down with every strained breath she took. The rosy blush coloring her chest looked sexier than hell. Her dark hair looked black, her blue eyes vibrant. It made her appear wild, like some fucking sex goddess. Her gaze tracked my every move and when she looked up to meet my eyes, the fury I found made it hard to stay in control.
She dropped her hand to her side and within a blink of eye she went from sexy I-wanna-fuck to badass I’m-going-to-castrate-you. “When the hell did you turn into such a girl, Micah? Shouldn’t I be the one who is supposed to want to talk about our feelings? To pick apart every word you say, store it for later and then obsess over it after you’ve passed out for the night?”
She just fucking called me a girl. I opened my mouth, but she spoke over me.
“Get out,” she hissed.
“Excuse me?” I pushed from the wall into the stream of water. Waves of furious energy swirled between us—hers and now mine. The steam bent around our bodies, as if our emotions were something corporeal.
“Oh, you heard me. I have zero interest in talking to you right now. When I needed you the most you weren’t here. Seems you’re never there anymore! I need you now, and you’re rejecting me. Again.” She poked my chest, each word punctuated by a stab. “Well, fuck you, Micah.”
I snarled at her, no longer in control. How had things turned bad so quickly?
I grabbed her arm, wrenched it behind her back and yanked her against my chest. I drew her up until her warm breath fanned across my face. She struggled against me, our slick bodies sliding together but I was the alpha here, not her. Her desire spiked, giving off a subtle scent that drew me like a moth to a flame.
The demon took over and for the first time, I willingly let it. “Yo
u want to fuck?” I nipped her bottom lip. “Fine.”
I spun her around and shoved her up against the shower wall, her cheek colliding with the little tile squares. She sucked in a breath and pushed out her ass in invitation.
My pulse sped with desire, with the need to mark her, to make her bleed and scream and cry out with abandon. The need to feel her tightness pulsing around me as I pounded into her was too great. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back. She let out a long, low moan that appeased the monster inside me.
My words were a cruel command whispered against her ear. “Hands behind you.”
When she didn’t move quickly enough, I let go of her hair and grabbed first one palm she had braced against the wall, then the other. I twisted her arms back and pinned them to the base of her spine, caging her wrists in my grasp. I pulled her away from the wall, stealing her support and leaving her off balance.
Water cascaded down her spine, over her upturned ass, and dripped along her exposed sex. I kicked her legs apart and took a second to admire her red, swollen flesh. She had the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen.
Mine.
“Are you wet for me?” My mouth watered as I recalled the honey taste of her arousal on my tongue.
Ella moaned but didn’t answer me. Stubborn minx.
I drew two fingers along her slit, following the path of the water before I shoved them deep inside and twisted. Fuck. She was wet. And hot. And tight. She cried out and pushed against my digits, her way of telling me she needed them deeper.
“Is this what you want?” I pulled out and slammed back home, curving my fingers to stroke the hard knot of her G-spot.
“Harder,” she ordered.
I tightened my grip where I held her hands hostage as punishment for her tone. Water rained down around us, the pattering drowning out the sound of our racing heartbeats. I leaned over her and continued the steady in and out of my fingers. The harder I gripped her, the slicker her sex got.
I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, bit down. A shiver raced down her spine and my cock threatened to shoot off like a rocket. I removed my fingers and rubbed my erection along her opening.
“I want you to remember one thing.”
She whimpered, struggling against my hold. She turned her head and glanced at me over her shoulder. Her icy gaze met mine. “Shut up and fuck me.”
I slapped her ass, hard, and the sound of my palm hitting her wet flesh rang out. Ella moaned, her eyes darkening. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth.
Fuck she was sexy.
I wrapped the wet strands of her hair around my hand and pulled, forcing her head back. “You asked for this, babe.”
I pushed my cock inside her pussy in one hard thrust. She cried out and ground her ass against me, forcing me deeper. Waves of pure bliss shot down my legs, numbing me to everything except how her tight heat surrounded me. My vision blurred to red as the demon surged and took full control.
Chapter Seven
Pain and pleasure filled me at Micah’s rough penetration. His cock split me in half. How could I have ever forgotten how he fit inside me? How he stretched me? I needed this distraction, this little bit of agony mixed with the ecstasy.
I needed him.
Micah stilled behind me, a long, low groan escaping his throat that sent a shiver down my spine. He pinched my wrists together, his skin burning mine, and used his hold to guide me forward and then back on his shaft, hitting all the right spots. My knees went weak. If it weren’t for Micah holding me up, I would have fallen.
“So damn tight.” His voice was a sexy rasp of desire I felt from the inside out.
He pulled all the way out, leaving me empty and wanting before slamming in hard enough for his balls to slap against my wet skin. My body, in his complete possession, rocked with the momentum of his thrusts. Micah pulled on my hair, sending little pricks of pain from my scalp to my core. Water sprayed into my open mouth and I closed my eyes at the warmth running over me.
The pounding jets massaged my muscles, easing the ache from Micah’s too-tight grip, from the way he bent my body and took full control. Micah pulled out, thrust in, again and again. Each time he slammed home, the resonation of his thrusts rippled through me. He hit some spot deep inside and pleasure spasmed through me despite the slight pain of his invasion. The crown of his cock rubbed my G-spot with every dominating thrust.
The world faded and I moaned his name.
Micah pulled out, slammed back. He let go of my wrists and I pitched forward with his next plunge. Panic gripped me for the smallest of seconds before he caught me by the back of the neck. As if he wasn’t fucking me hard enough, with every thrust, he pulled me back onto him, doubling the impact of his penetration. Slap. Slap. Slap. Our skin came together in a hard, furious tempo. The wet, carnal sounds and smells of sex overrode my senses.
Micah’s grip on my nape tightened as a pained, involuntary cry left my throat. My pussy flooded with moisture, all my restless energy homing in on my neglected clit. He rammed inside me, a collision of bodies that was more brute force than skill.
Even though my body responded, my mind still whirred. I should have felt connected to him considering how intimately we were joined. Instead, with every thrust, I felt more detached. There was no emotion coming from Micah, nothing to ground me. It could have been anyone fucking me, coercing my body into climax.
Pain bloomed where his grip pinched too tight on my neck and my pussy ached at his rough, hard pounding. My body responded anyway, slickening, opening and accepting every punishing slap of his hips against my stinging ass where he’d slapped me.
This was all wrong.
He didn’t kiss me. Didn’t stroke his hand down the center of my back. The only place we connected was where his cock was ripping me in half. He held on and fucked me with every ounce of his strength. Hard. Harder. Hardest. His every forward push rocked my entire body and my breasts bounced. My breath came in shallow pants, not delivering the oxygen I needed. Stars danced in front of my eyes. Was I breathing at all? I stiffened from head to toe as a wave of goose bumps raced over my arms.
An unexpected climax stole over me and I tensed around his shaft in rhythmic, contracting waves of pleasure.
“Again,” he demanded. His voice was dark, foreboding, as if it didn’t even belong to him.
One peak drifted into another, and another, and still he continued to pound into me as if he were a machine—a cock.
I’d asked for this. He’d warned me and I hadn’t cared. I’d wanted an escape, a way to avoid talking about our relationship, to avoid my colossal fuck-up as queen bee. I hadn’t wanted him to tell me he was done with my crap, over jumping from one catastrophe to another. I hadn’t wanted to talk about hunters or my uncle who was lying in the hospital on the verge of death. I didn’t want to admit I was a murderer. All my failures hit me one after the other, knocking me off-kilter.
Sickness immediately drowned the ecstasy. Tears filled my eyes and the raining water washed them away like a dirty secret. I tried to hold them back but a choked sob left my throat regardless. A tide of emotion swept over me, drowning me, killing the pre-Lizbeth Ella I was trying to recover.
“Fucking Christ,” Micah hissed and for a split second, my heart shattered.
He let go of my neck and stroked a hand down my back, the tips of his fingers soft and gentle. He cupped my hip and cradled me to him.
“Did I hurt you?”
His words were spoken in a low, devastated tone, bringing me back to all those month ago when we’d gone at each other in the hospital bathroom. Apparently, we had a theme.
I shook my head, not able to tell him how very sorry I was about everything.
He pulled his still-hard cock out of my quivering sex with a wet, slurping pop even the thundering shower couldn’t have concealed. Without his strength, his support, I collapsed to the slick, wet floor. My sobs were ugly, body-trembling hiccups. Micah wrapped his arms around me, and the second he did I tur
ned and threw myself at him, knocking him back. I buried my face against his neck and climbed into his lap.
His arms were hard, hot bands around my body, anchoring me to him. “Shush, I’m so sorry, baby. I was too rough. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry about everything.”
My ass stung. My pussy ached, a deep cramping within my womb that told me I’d pushed my body too far and gotten off on it.
“I asked for it. God, Micah. Why do I fuck everything up? I’m a horrible girlfriend. I shouldn’t have asked you to do that.”
He cupped the back of my head, pinning me to him in the best way possible. Our hearts raced in tandem. The connection between us pulsed, reminding me of our bond—the pesky claiming that had stolen our choices from us.
He was my mate. My everything.
“You aren’t a horrible girlfriend, Ella,” he whispered. “I promise. I got off on it just as much as you did.”
My stomach roiled, a nest of angry bees stinging me from the inside out. “I feel sick.”
He stroked my back and I inhaled his scent. I let his comfort envelope and surround me, let it fix some of the things that were broken deep inside since my encounter with Lizbeth.
“Do you need to throw up?” he asked gently.
I shook my head. “No. I can’t believe I came like that. What’s wrong with me?”
Micah pulled me from his neck and swiped the tears away with his thumb. The water from above was a steady stream of warmth. Steam billowed, shrouding us in privacy. He held my face between his palms.
“Absolutely nothing is wrong with you. I know your body, Ella. I know exactly what you like and I used that knowledge against you because I was pissed.”
“I’m sorry I was such a bitch earlier. I turned everything around and made it about me. It was selfish and petty. I’m not sure what came over me. You didn’t deserve it.”
He lifted me off the shower floor and rose with me in his arms to set my ass on an inlaid shelf that fit me perfectly. I refused to think why it was here or how many times Lizbeth had found herself in this same position.
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