Page 90 of Bite of Vengeance
“Zan,” I purred, giving him a devilish smile. “If you don’t hurry up, and give me an orgasm, then I’ll give myself one.”
His eyes flashed with warning, a smirk tipping his lips. “Go ahead and try?—”
I squeezed my arms around his neck, twisting him off me. He let out a noise of surprise, his body stiffening as he moved to stop me. But I already had him halfway off me, and he slammed onto the table beside me. Scrambling up, I jumped on top of him as he went for my wrists. I flailed, preventing him from getting a hold of me as I straddled his hips.
“You are faster,” he mused, his hand trailing up my hips. “Stronger too.”
I let out a cry when he sat up, his hand tangling in my hair, and he pulled me on top of him before rolling back over. Myspine hit the table, and his amused grin grew as he stared down at me. Just then, there was a crack, and the table collapsed.
Instead of crashing onto the floor, Zan’s arms went around my waist, and he managed to get to his feet, taking me with him. I stood there in his tight grip, giving him a wicked smirk.
“Quick reflexes,” I commented before sliding my hand between us, and wrapping my fingers around his cock. “Now, take me back to the bar and give me what I want.”
“Give me the answer I want.”
I pursed my lips, not wanting to talk about my fucked-up so-called prophecy anymore. I didn’t know the right answer. Whether I was light or dark, what would that change right now?
“No?” he questioned, arching an eyebrow. “Then no orgasm for you.”
I pushed away from him, backing away as he cocked his head, watching my every move. Since I wasn’t near him, my cheeks heated slightly when I remembered that I was naked. Yet, I didn’t feel vulnerable. Not because of my own strength or senses—but because Zan was here. I felt safe whenever he was near me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, a dangerous gleam in his eye.
“To get myself off, since you won’t do it.”
My snarky words had him crossing the room in record speed. I darted to the side, a shriek escaping me when he nearly got ahold of my wrist before I yanked away. Spinning away from him, I raced to the back of Impulse, my heart pumping with adrenaline.
His rough chuckle was my only warning before he pushed my chest into the wall, his hand fisting my hair, tilting my head back. Bracing my hands on the wall, I pushed against him. At first, he held firm, but I exerted more strength, and he grunted as he tried to hold me in place. The fact that his hand was still inmy hair made it more difficult, but I managed to spin around to face him.
His sinful smirk had my stomach fluttering, and he let go of my hair only to grasp my hips, lifting me up.
“I think you’re as strong as me,” he admitted. “I like it.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Mm,” he hummed out, running his lips up my throat. “I had to be gentle with you before so I didn’t break you?—”
“Break me? I’ve never been fragile.”
“You were human,” he reminded me as if I should know. “And then you were still early in your transition. But now? Sex will be even better.”
I let out a small laugh. “I don’t think it could get better. It’s pretty fucking great.”
As if to prove me wrong, he held me up as he slowly pushed his cock into me. I wrapped my legs around him, even though he didn’t need any help keeping me against the wall. His hold on me was effortless. He kept a slow, steady rhythm until I squeezed him with my legs, silently demanding he go faster.
“Yes,” I breathed, the pleasure already building. “Don’t stop.”
He slammed into me again, this time hard enough that I could hear the wall creak behind me. But there was no pain, only a craving for more.
“Look at me, Kali,” he demanded roughly.
I lifted my eyes to his, swallowing a cry when he thrust even harder.
“There is no part of you that is dark.” His voice seeped with truth. “Just like me, your future isn’t written. You choose it. And whatever that decision is, I’ll be at your side, making sure you get everything in this world that you want.”
A warmth spread through me, his words hitting me just as much as the pleasure he was giving me. His strokes were hard and fast, stealing my breath.
“Fuck,” I whimpered when he lifted me slightly higher, hitting me at a new angle.
