Mine.
Chapter 15 Kai teaser
I stand at the counter drinking this infernal substance. Calli adores it, hell she practically lives off of it. It tastes bitter and sharp as it coats my tongue, the heat foreign and unpleasant.
She woke me up early for this?
“This is fucking awful, you drink this by choice?”
She laughs at me, that soft, unguarded laugh that makes something in my chest tighten. “You’re supposed to put cream and sugar in it…”
“I don’t believe anything can improve this.”
She takes the mug from me, her fingers brushing mine briefly, and drops in three spoons of sugar and some milk before handing it back.
“Here. Now try it.”
I take it, but I don’t drink.
I’m watching her.
The way she stands too close. The way she trusts me without hesitation. The way her pulse flickers in her throat.
“I think I’d much rather have a taste of you.” I murmur, setting the mug down beside her cup before lifting her onto the counter.
Her body fits into my hands like it belongs there.
“Not here, someone could see.”
Her protest is weak. Breathless.
Mine.
I lean in, my mouth brushing her neck, breathing her in before pressing my lips to her skin. She smells warm. So fragile, so, human.
My hand slides up beneath her shirt, feeling the soft heat of her stomach, higher, until I grip her perfect chest, her breath catching under my touch.
“I don’t give a fuck.” I whisper into her ear, my teeth grazing her earlobe.
Her body reacts instantly.
Always so honest.
My kisses move lower, slower, savoring her. I lift her shirt, exposing her to me, and take one of her nipples into my mouth. She lets out a soft, helpless sound that goes straight to my spine.
My control frays as my cock hardens, heavy and insistent, reacting before I can temper it.
I lift her, pressing her more firmly onto the counter, needing her closer—
And then I see him. Jack. Standing at the base of the steps.
Watching.
I don’t stop.
I continue kissing her, touching her, letting him see exactly who she belongs to. My hand trails lower, dipping into her pants, feeling the heat between her thighs as I stare directly at him.
His eyes are dark. Hungry and possessive.
He remembers.
I know he does.
If it weren’t for the fact that he was wearing Jack’s body, I would already have him on his knees. I miss the violence of it. The control. The way he used to unravel under my hands. We shared everything once.
Power. Blood. Bodies.
But not her.
Never her.
I feel something ugly and territorial rise in my chest at the thought of Jack touching her. He will never have her. He forfeited that a long time ago.
Alok, however…
My cock throbs at the memory of him.
Of us.
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