AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“It was a fight. You lost,” he snarled down at me. “If I was a demon, you’d be dead.”
“No, why did you kiss me when you detest me so much—”
“Detest you? You’re all I can fucking think about!” Seven snapped, closing the last bit of distance between us. His leg pressed between mine dominantly. “I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t fuckingthinkever since I met you. You are a curse. I never asked for you.”
His arms caged around me as his gaze sizzled down at me. And I realized it wasn’t rage coming from his eyes, but passion. And his struggle to control it.
“I’m not like Enko and Kairos, Fated.” His leg pressed hard between my legs, raising me off my feet until I was burning with embarrassment at the heat forming at my core from being so close to my Fated. He brought me high enough until I was face to face with him, our breath entangling.
Seven leaned forward, our faces inches apart. His dark ruby eyes trailed down to my lips. “You’re everywhere. I scent you, I keep my distance, and you’re there.”
“It is the foxfire, drawing us together.” My voice trembled.
Seven drew back, a smirk forming on his face. “You’re scared.”
“I’m not scared. I’m cold.”
“Let me warm you up.” He adjusted his leg slightly, rubbing against me, his eyes glinting with laughter told me that he knew exactly what he was doing. Imprisoned under his rule, I gasped in a silent breath of air, averting my eyes from his and then down to the wood planks at our feet.
His hand reached up, touching my neck gently with his thumb, stroking the crevice of my throat. “I’m glad you have the other two. That means you don’t need me.”
“I do need you.”
“I take what I want and I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks about it. I would have taken you there on the field if Kairos and Enko hadn’t intervened.”
Lust swelled between my thighs, my core throbbing with need. We stayed there, locked in each other’s gaze, our breath coming out in cloudy huffs between us. Soothing the painful throb of our foxfire bond from our separation.
“Let’s make a deal, Fated,” Seven said with a demonic inclination. “Since you refuse to leave me alone, we will meet, just like this.” He met my eyes, holding them for a few long seconds to make sure I understood.
“I don’t make deals with demons,” I answered with as much ferocity as I had. But the feeling of him so close, I was only a second from giving into his demands. I’d go to Hell itself to have him.
When I glanced to the side, toward an escape, he laughed. “I’m faster than you, Fated. But if you run, it will only make it more worth the chase.”
His touch intoxicated me. He stroked my hair behind my ear as he memorized my face. His hands lingered at the hem of my shirt, while mine remained frozen on his chest.
The rain was our walls. The two of us, completely alone on the pavilion.
Seven leaned forward, our lips crashing together, our tongues warring for supremacy over each other. I gasped against his kiss as he touched me, a thumb brushing against my breast.
Seven’s breath shushed against my neck as I let out a heady whine. My heated skin pressed against the cold stone of the column as I rejoined our kiss.
“Seven,” I gasped, my hands sneaking under his jeans.
He growled, pulling my wrists away and then lowering me back to the ground. His hands grabbed my pants. He tugged at the button, the zipper, ripping them down my thighs. The cold air breezed through my hot legs. His fingers moved to my core, over the black cotton fabric of my underwear.
He held two of his fingers there, a pressing of his dominion. “See? We can get along. No need to resort to violence.”
He brushed against my sensitive center and I let out another gasp. He pulled me against his chest as he slipped his fingers underneath the fabric and brushed against me. I shook with pleasure and a hint of uncertainty. But I couldn’t tell him to stop. Not when I wanted this so much. Worse, Seven could definitely tell how much I wanted this.
Seven’s finger glided, moving with expertise despite his identity as a loner. His hand stroked my hair as his finger pressed up into me. I whimpered, shaking, only held up by his strength. I leaned forward onto him, wrapping my arms tightly over his shoulders and around his neck to hold myself up.
“Good girl, let me help you. You’re doing so good,” he murmured as he rubbed against me, his hand still stroking my hair. My heart sang at his compliments and I wanted nothing more than to please him. “So responsive to my touch.”
I hummed in a pleasurable response, scared to use my own voice, looking up at him and nodding eagerly as he rubbed. His finger slipped in and out of me, stroking all my sensitivity into oblivion until I became a mewling mess.
He paused and I opened my eyes desperately to look at him for postponing my fulfillment. When I met his gaze, he asked, “You’re so tight. Should we see if you can take two?”
He continued to rub against me as he pushed both fingers into my sex, stroking me until I shook. I moaned and mumbled—incoherent nothings—crying out for him to finish the job.
