Third a Kiss (GODDESS ISLES Book 3)

by Pepper Winters

  I knew better than to place an obstruction between us, so I felt the unquenchable desire squeezing my core, releasing a bead of need, wetness slipping down my inner thigh.

  I tried to speak—to tell him I was strong enough—but air had turned thin and useless.

  Sully took another step toward me, his face blacker than midnight. “Why won’t you run? Are you that stupid to think you want me? To think you want this?” He jerked his cock, wincing in pain. “You think I’ll be gentle? That I won’t fucking bite you, throttle you, bruise you, and then come all over your goddamn face?” He tripped sideways, groaning like a dying bear. “Stand there another second, Jinx, and my fingers will be so far in your cunt you’ll gag on them. You’ll be on your goddamn knees while I use every hole you have. You’ll beg me to stop, and I’ll just keep going.” His hips thrust into his hand, reaching a pinnacle. His jaw clenched, and his skin lost its island glow, etching with sickly white. “One last chance. One last fucking chance.” His teeth bared with every violence he drowned under. “Stay and I won’t be responsible for what I do. I gave you a warning. I told you to run. I’m crippling beneath urges to do such bad, bad things to you.” His head tipped down, shadowing his eyes with brows tugged low and vicious. “Please don’t make me hurt you because I will. I’ll find pleasure while you’ll only find pain. I promise you if you don’t fucking run, I’m giving up.” His nostrils flared. “Right here. I will fuck you right here, and I don’t fucking care who sees.”

  His lust had stripped him of humanity, revealing the true animal inside.

  He wasn’t a gentle creature beneath those immaculate suits. He wasn’t sweet and endearing like the parrot he adored.

  He was one word.

  Honest.

  Viciously, hellishly honest.

  And it made me wet, made me breathless, made me want.

  “Sully, I—” I raised my hand as to save him, to drag him from the darkness and be his saviour, but my silly little ego that convinced me I could control this situation shattered the second Sully moved.

  Shutters slammed over his eyes; a mask slipped over his face. A disguise made up of poisonous passion. He ripped off his shirt and threw it to the sand. His belt hissed through the loops and joined it. And then Sully cricked his neck, crouched into a pounce, and smiled. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.”

  My heart leapt into my throat, filling with prey-drive, drowning my system in vulnerability and fear. Turned out, decisions and irrational choices held no sway when raw instinct kicked in.

  And instinct said I was in danger.

  Terrible, terrible danger.

  Sully exploded from his panther-crouch, running toward me as hungrily and as mercilessly as any predator.

  And my body hijacked my mind. My hands snatched my dress, I feigned to the side, and I ran.

  Oh, my God, I ran.

  I didn’t know I could be so swift, leaving my hair like a flag fluttering behind me.

  Sully laughed.

  He laughed.

  And I ran harder.

  Chills shot over my body. My stomach fisted with true terror. The pounding of his feet behind me made me embrace my inner gazelle, and I bolted.

  I couldn’t look behind me.

  Couldn’t bear to see a man who’d reached the end of his limit chasing me. Not chasing me for fun or flirty play. But chasing me with only one purpose. A purpose that would ensure I would never be the same. He was a man who I’d drugged and deleted everything inside him apart from the need to fornicate.

  It wasn’t Sully chasing me.

  It was a monster.

  I ran and ran.

  But I wasn’t fast enough.

  The heavy thuds of his long strides drew closer, closer.

  The jittery panic of trying to flee but knowing I’d already lost swamped me. The sand was too thick. The air too humid. My dress too tight.

  No, no—

  Violent arms wrapped around me, jerking me to a stop. His teeth were on my throat a second later, sinking deep, his tongue licking my sweat, my horror.

  I wriggled and squirmed as he dragged me against his heaving body. He felt taller, stronger, bigger—a man in his sexual prime.

  His hands fisted my breasts, one on each swell, pinching my nipples and kneading the weight with savage fingers. His mouth never unglued from my throat, his breath scalding my skin from his nostrils, his hips rocking, always rocking, undulating us together.

  With a snarl, he swept one hand to my throat, and the other dived between my legs. The dress refused his possessive grab, the material straining tight.

  Grunting something I couldn’t understand, he grabbed my chin, snaking his fingers to cup my cheeks and jerking my head to the side. The second he had me prisoner, his mouth smashed onto mine. He kissed me all while holding me from behind. His tongue plunged into my mouth, diving deep, making my legs buckle.

  Stars burst behind my eyes as he sucked on my tongue.

  Firecrackers exploded as he forced my mouth open wider and kissed me until I drowned.

  I’d never been kissed like this.

  Kissed as if we had only one purpose on this planet. No rules, no shame, just heat and the undeniable need to fuck.

  He held nothing back this time.

  He poured everything he was down my throat, making me gag on his hunger.

  Even when he’d yanked me from the bath and kissed me before giving me to a guest, even when he’d kissed me on Serigala, he hadn’t allowed me to feel this. To feel what he did. To witness how dark his desires had burrowed.

  This kiss had no boundaries or confines.

  This kiss was just teeth and tongue and spit.

  I moaned as his hand on my chin kept me completely at his mercy, kissing me stupid, dragging forth a stampede of creatures. Not just butterflies, not just fireflies or moths with their papery, tickly wings.

  Sully made my body become an arc. A broken, shipwrecked arc rapidly filling with teeth and fang, claw and venom, twisting and clenching with so many different beasts. My stomach was a riot with hoofed and horned prey, my heart torn to pieces by carnivores.

  A loud rip tore through the heavy humidity.

  The tightness of my dress fell away as Sully clawed at the expensive gown, inserting his hand into the split he’d made, grabbing my pussy with trembling, greedy fingers.

  He grunted as he discovered how wet I was, how my thighs were coated in lust for him, how this entire chase and hunt and conquest had made me naturally starving for him.

  I didn’t need elixir.

  I didn’t need safety or Scott or sanity.

  I needed him.

  His unshackled desire allowed me to be honest too.

  I’d never felt this way about anyone, ever. Misplaced, definitely. Moronic, undoubtedly. But utterly inescapable.

  Two fingers speared inside me.

  “Oh, fuck—” I cried out into his kiss, consumed by his touch around me, within me, upon me.

  My voice triggered something in him, and he thrust his touch deeper into me, his kiss turned feral, and he hauled me from the sand so I hung completely at his mercy in his control. He held my weight with one arm around my waist while his other hand remained buried between my thighs.

  An orgasm bubbled in my blood, already gathering pressure to pop. He marched us forward, tripping and stumbling, his tongue lashing mine with every step, his thumb digging into my clit.

  Shade fell over us, the sun blocked by the palm tree he pressed me into. The rough bark scraped my chest, making the gemstones of my gown dig deeper into my flesh. He let me go, dropping me to the sand and ending our nefarious kiss.

  With a fist planted between my shoulder blades, he kept me prone against the palm tree. Ants crawled over the bark, investigating my sudden intrusion. The fronds above bristled and whispered in the muggy breeze. And I quaked with understanding that this was where Sully would take me for the first time.

  He’d reached his limit.

  We had no walls fo
r privacy, no bed for protection, not even a fantasy granted by Euphoria.

  All we had was uncontainable desire and the open island around us.

  The rustle of clothing sounded as he shoved his trousers and boxer-briefs off. I dared to look over my shoulder, drinking in the majestic sweeps of his chiselled chest, the flexing muscles of his arms, the impressive erection between hardened thighs.

  He truly was dazzling.

  A spectacular Viking who’d not only stolen my life but my heart and soul too.

  He noticed me staring, standing unhinged in his nakedness.

  Our eyes snagged, grey-fire to blue-fire.

  And his hand snaked out to grab a fistful of my hair. He shuddered as my strands cascaded over his wrist. I shivered as he pulled tight, activating another wash of instinct of predator and prey.

  Stepping into me, he pushed my cheek back against the tree.

  The fact that he didn’t talk to me made everything so much more intense. I wasn’t a person to him right now; I was merely a vessel to spend his need.

  With one hand buried in my hair, his free one fell to my pussy again, finding the hole he’d made in my gown, fingering me, spreading my desire. My hips arched, my body burned. He kept me trapped against the palm tree even as he stepped into me until his heat wedged entirely behind me.

  His nudity burned through the jewels on my dress.

  I mewled and spread my legs.

  With a primitive roar, he ripped at the hole he’d made, grunting in triumph as the dress tore and tore. It cut into me as he yanked harder, destroying the train, ruining the tightness, making the beautiful gown hang off my hips in tatters.

  The second he’d ripped enough to expose my naked ass, he kicked my legs farther apart, fisted my hair until my eyes watered, and then he mounted.

  There was no foreplay.

  No whispered sonnets.

  No promises of forever.

  Just him and me and a brutal, primordial thrust.

  I screamed as his hard length pierced my body, plunging as deep as he could go.

  He filled me so deep, so quick, tears spilled in ecstasy.

  My cheek bruised and scraped against the palm tree as he drove into me. A single thrust that made us both grunt like animals.

  I had never been so full, so wanted, so consumed.

  He withdrew until his tip hovered at my entrance. A shuddery breath away from disengaging. He paused in torture, punishing both of us until a haggard groan spilled from his lips and he drove back inside.

  Over and over.

  Thrust.

  Thrust.

  Thrust.

  He fucked me against the palm tree until blood oozed on my cheek from the abrasive bark. He absolutely controlled me. I had no way of escape. My only task was to accept his brutal invasion and let him feast.

  And feast he did.

  He devoured me.

  His teeth found the crook of my shoulder and sank deep. His chest echoed with gruff grunts each time he rutted into me. He strained against me, clung to me, bit me, and fucked me, and somehow made me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

  His thrusts grew shallow and quick, his teeth clutched harder, his fist pulled my hair, his first release stormed through him with thunderous need.

  I screamed as his entire body jerked with the spurt of climax. His teeth pierced my skin at the same time, giving me pleasure and pain, a blend of the worst kind of elixir.

  He lapped at the blood he’d drawn, then ripped his mouth away to dig his forehead into my nape, riding into me, his hands clamping on my hipbones to drag me back and deep.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He didn’t stop thrusting, driving every inch of his cock inside me.

  While his orgasm tore him to shreds, I suffered my own annihilation.

  Sully.

  This.

  The feel of him inside me. The heat and wetness of his release. The shudder and violence of his desire. The consuming, dominating way he’d taken me.

  It…was familiar.

  He’s familiar!

  As he twitched with the final dregs of his first release, my mind rewound to the morning after my first time in Euphoria. How he’d dragged me into the ocean and explained how Euphoria worked, how he’d asked if it felt like I hadn’t been fucked. How he’d touched me and murmured, “Your mind hid the identity of the man who fucked you, but your body knows the truth.”

  I choked as he pulled out of me, still keeping his fist in my hair. His seed trickled down my leg, a slimy white trail of truth.

  Sullivan Sinclair had just fucked me.

  And…I don’t think it was our first time.

  My mind raced as he dragged me down the path by my hair, a true caveman with his kill, hauling me back to his home, ready to feast again.

  Caveman.

  I turned stiff as he continued carting me down the pathway toward the offshoot that I hadn’t explored. A shadowy tunnel, created by large heliconia bushes and banana plants swallowed us whole.

  And still my mind ran.

  “Your body knows the truth.”

  Could it?

  Could it recognise a sexual partner even when that sexual partner had looked completely different, sounded different, smelled different, even their eyes had been different.

  I stifled a cry as I studied him stalking beside me, my hair a leash between us.

  Naked, his hard cock glistened from being inside me. His erection wouldn’t abate for hours, heavy and painful until he could come again.

  I knew from experience.

  I knew that taking me against the palm tree was just the beginning.

  How long before he’d take me again? A minute? Ten? Twenty? When I’d come in Euphoria, I’d been primed to go again a moment later. My teeth had ached for it. My body bled for it. My heart skipping and malfunctioning to mate.

  Almost as if I’d transmitted my own sick desire to him, Sully stumbled mid-step. His fist went to his cock as a bulldozer of lust struck him down. With his jaw locked, he dragged me into him, his fist still buried in my hair.

  I sucked in a breath just before his mouth plundered mine.

  A kiss where he suffocated me, confused me, and made questions shout so, so loudly in my head. Questions I’d asked him that day in the sea. Questions I’d begged answers for all while my bruised and well-used body tried to tell me the truth.

  “Who did I sleep with last night, Sully?”

  He gritted his teeth. “A guest.”

  “Which one?”

  “You don’t need to know.”

  “I do. I do need to know.” I splashed my fists into the sea. “Was it you? Was it you who fucked me?”

  He bared his teeth. “You would know if I ever fucked you. I told you you’d never be the same if I did.”

  He’d never answered the question…not with a definitive answer.

  He hadn’t lied.

  He hadn’t admitted.

  He deflected and now—

  His tongue stole my thoughts under a fresh landslide of hunger. My tongue met his in an erotically sinful dance, all while he fell to his knees, dragging me down into the sand with him.

  We kissed and kissed as his hands landed on the front of my dress and tore.

  He ripped the beads and jewels until my breasts popped free and the slash of destruction met the previous tear, a lightning bolt of violence, shredding the gown from me.

  With a savage snarl, he pushed it from my shoulders, leaving me as naked as him.

  The moment my skin was bare, he spun me around and planted me on all fours.

  I didn’t have time to dig my fingers into the sand for purchase before he was on me.

  In me.

  I screamed as he slid all the way inside.

  “Your body knows the truth.”

  And mine did.

  The minute he entered me.

  I knew.

  Sully had been the caveman.

  How he’d switched with the guest and been the one to fuc
k me, I didn’t know, but he did. I had to believe that. Had to trust that because if it wasn’t him, if it wasn’t the same man who’d given me the most pleasure I’d ever had, the man I’d fallen a little in love with…then how could I feel this way? How could I feel as if I’d been made for this man? How did our bodies fit so well together? How did our pleasure creep and crest at the exact same time?

  How could my heart welcome him as if he was coming home? As if he belonged to me?

  I moaned as he gyrated his hips, dragging me back with vicious hands on my hipbones. I crashed into his lower belly, my ass sticking to his skin, our sweat mingling, his past climax musky and potent between my legs.

  His belly kissed my ass as he speared as deep as he could go. He folded over me, a heavy blanket of persecution. For a heartbeat, we remained linked like that. Two naked people, sharing breath, life, and passion.

  And then, he began to move.

  Short, sharp stabs of his cock.

  Shallow and quick, deep and powerful, a male driving into his chosen mate.

  I gave up trying to hold myself upright, sinking my torso into the sand. Crystal granules stung my bloody cheek, heat from the island made my skin prickle, and the overwhelming sensitivity caused from being taken twice in as many minutes conjured a rabid orgasm to creep and slither through my blood.

  I bit my lip as Sully’s pace increased; his breathing turned noisy as his fingernails dug into my hips.

  “Fuck!”

  His entire vocabulary had been reduced to that single word. I understood because I’d been there. While flying on the elixir high, I’d given up conversation for more basic forms of communication. I’d only remembered I could speak when the effects finally began to wane.

  His thrusts scooted me through the sand, coating my hair and smearing my chest until I wore a new type of dress. A dress made up of the very thing his empire was founded on.

  My release charged from teasing to tormenting, and my hand slipped between my legs.

  I moaned loudly as I rubbed my clit in time to Sully’s thrusts.

  But he roared and snatched my hand away, replacing my small fingers with his strong ones. “You want to come, Jinx? Fuck, I’ll make you come.” His hips pistoned deeper and faster, his fingers rubbing me with violence.

  No finesse. No gentleness. Just crude possession of my most sensitive parts. The uncivilized way he spread and smeared me made my release curl into a thorny, horny bomb, its fuse hissing with fire, growing shorter and shorter the longer he fucked and grinded.