He sidestepped, placing his back against the door handle when I reached for it, and fuck if his heat and smell of a forest before rain didn’t surround me. “You’re right. I manipulated and used you.” He ran a hand over his face, his eyes glowing in his fury as he threw his arms out wide, bending, shouting in my face, “You’re not my fucking kind! I despise any damn mixed-faction relations. I always have. It was how I grew up. And somehow, I got so stupid drunk one night I thought I was fucking a Shifter who was overly friendly with the Prodigies, only to wake up next to a damn Elemental, so yes, I used what I had.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, screaming in his face, “If I could take back that damn drunken night where I also thought I was fucking someone of my own kind I would. I want to kill you, I hate you so fucking much for what you did to me!” I was shaking as blood burned hot within my veins, perverse gratification flooding me as I saw his hands were shaking in his own fury, and I went for the kill shot. “You know why you hate me, Cain? You want to know why?”
His wolf growled, his power flaring, and he bellowed, “Why the fuck do you think, spirit bitch?”
I hissed, “Because you fucking liked it. You wanted to use sex as your in to give you a damn reason to fuck me, someone of another faction.”
His chest heaved repeatedly, and he growled, “And you hate me so much because you still want me, even after what I did to you on a job you even agree with, but despised just because it was you that got fucking duped.”
My lungs pumped heavily as my jaw clenched, unable to deny his words, just as he didn’t deny my allegation, as I stared straight up into his eyes, my breath panting in arousal, my lower gut burning for him, and I growled quietly, “You. Are. Shit.”
His scent spiked, the spice that had been beginning to waft, damn near blasting me. “And you are shit.”
Instantly, we were on each other. Reaching for one another. Our mouths slamming against one another’s with bruising force. Ah, God…he felt so damn good. Grabbing onto his curls, I knocked the band from his hair, getting a fierce grip on this man I hated, a mixture of desire and hatred washing over me as he growled low, his slick, hot tongue wasting no time, delving forcefully inside my mouth, curling around my mine. I groaned with all the craving for him I had tried to extinguish with other men, his hands moving down to cup my ass, squeezing and lifting me effortlessly against him. My legs wrapped around his waist as he fluidly dropped to his knees, lying me on my back onto the carpeting in one swift move.
His hands were instantly pulling the camisole top I wore over my head, our frenzied mouths separating, and he growled harshly, “Fuck, I hate you.”
“I hate you too,” I muttered, meaning it wholeheartedly, but groaned heavily when he palmed one of my bare breasts roughly, his teeth latching onto my nipple, his scent flooding around us, his power, aged forty more years, leaking about us in a flurry, a potent blend of wild animal and spiced evergreen and forest before a rain. He laved my puckered nipple, groaning heavily as he sucked its sensitive peak fiercely into his mouth, my breasts swollen in need, my back arching off the ground as I shouted, “Cain!”
His wolf growled loudly as his lips traveled across to my other breast, nibbling in sharp nips until he pulled heavily on my neglected nipple with his teeth, pinching with an erotic pain and pleasure. Fire shot through my limbs as I trembled under him, his lips sucking and pulling as his hands moved hastily down my sides to my pajama shorts, his lips popping off my breast, his voice guttural. “I’ve wanted to see this forever.” He pulled my shorts and panties off, and stared down between my legs with glowing eyes, face flushed fierce with loathing and desire, lips swollen. “There’s the white.”
Burning need had my hips rising to him. “Get back down here.”
His teeth bared at the order, but not even three seconds passed before his shorts, boxer briefs, and shoes were tossed aside, and his heavy body was lying over mine, hot and deadly, and so damn perfect. I pulled his mouth down with a sharp yank of his curls, even as his hand dove between my legs, and he groaned against my lips. “Fuck, you’re as wet as I remember.”
I grabbed his cock as he thrust a long, strong digit into my slick, hot channel. “Uhh,” I moaned. “Ah, fuck…I hate you.” I hated that he felt more perfect in my hand than any of the other men I had been with. I rode his finger on a moan, and started pumping his massive shaft. “You’re shit.”
He shouted into my mouth as I pumped him harder, thrusting into my fist. “And you’re not my kind.” He shoved another finger into me swiftly, staring down at me, nostrils flared, watching as I screamed. “I detest you.”
“Good. We’re on the same page,” I muttered on a choke. “Now, fuck me, dammit.”
“Christ,” he groaned, thrusting into my hand once more, only to pull his hips away, pulling his fingers from me to place his cock at my core’s entrance. “I am going to fuck you, honey.” He nipped my bottom nip brutally, bringing blood to the surface. “I’m going to fuck you so damn hard.”
He dipped in a dizzying blur, his mouth widening and teeth latching over my throat in a killing blow, holding me motionless as his hips rammed forward, his thick cock brutally sliding halfway in. My mouth opened on a keening cry, my head tipping back. His wolf growled violently, the sound vibrating the air around us, low and menacing, his hands yanking mine from his curls, pounding them onto the ground above my head, holding my wrists in an unbreakable hold. He groaned low as he slowly slid his hips back, his cock gliding roughly through my tight channel before he shouted against my flesh as he slammed his hips forward. A choked shout caught in my throat as his hips pressed flush with mine, his cock buried so fucking deep he stretched me utterly, and completely, exquisitely and flawlessly.
I shuddered under him. “Darling, I hate you.”
He licked along my throat where his teeth had been, his wolf in his tone as he growled, “No more than I hate you, honey.” He pulled his hips back, and then drove against mine fiercely. My body bowed under him, my nipples rubbing against his damp chest as he moved to peer down at me, his face etched in desire and hatred, the same as mine. “Making me fucking want this.” He slammed into me again, his cock bumping my cervix hard, and sliding deeper, so fucking perfectly deep. “Forty fucking years, never being able to forget your damn pussy over any other goddamn Shifter, no matter how many I slept with.” His cock pulled back, to slam through my channel again, stretching me. “The women I’m supposed to be with.” I screamed as he started thrusting against me harder, faster. Brutally and frantic, his voice half wolf. “Yes, spirit bitch, I fucking hate you.”
Jealousy…yes, irrational jealousy flooded me, burning a hole in my gut, making me tremble even more as I gazed up at him.