“Babe? You okay?” He tensed, arm tightening around me.
“Yeah.” I was. Just lightheaded. It came with using my ability.
“Look at me.” His hand cupped my chin and he tilted my head up; then he scowled. “Fuck. You’re not okay.”
“I’m fine. Really. Just a little weak. It’s you I’m worried about.”
He grunted. “Babe, been living with this shit a long time. Now, it’s over.”
I frowned because it was never really over, just pushed back to the corners of your mind.
“You’re shaking,” he said.
Before I could object, Kilter scooped me up in his arms, strode across the room, kicked the bedroom door open then closed, and carried me to his bed.
“Kilter, I’m good. Really.” I was, but I was getting Kilter would always be overprotective. That was ingrained in him, one of the pieces that made up who he was. And I wanted that piece, too. I wanted all his pieces.
He ignored me as he gently lowered me to the bed and sat on the edge. “So you’re a Scar with a kickass ability. Were you thinking of telling me that bit of information?”
“No,” I said. His brows lifted. “I don’t like using my ability.” I hadn’t intended to ever use my ability again, but I was realizing I couldn’t hide anymore. I didn’t want to hide, because hiding was weak and I was doing everything I could to be strong.
“He make you use it?” Kilter asked.
I nodded. I knew he was talking about Anton. “Over and over again until I passed out.”
Kilter’s fingers curled into the sheet and his lips pursed together. “You shouldn’t have used it on me.” His voice was tight and words harsh. He also wouldn’t look at me.
I lay my hand on his arm. “That was my choice. I never had that choice before, Kilter. My ability had always been a tool. A weapon. Research. But using it to help you was different. It felt right. It felt like what it was meant to be used for.”
He was quiet for a minute; then he looked at me. “Never felt anything like that before. Fuck, babe, it was like you sucked out all the rage and replaced it with warmth and calmness. Even my heart rate slowed. It was incredible.” He leaned into me, resting his palms on either side of my head on the bed. “But I don’t want you to use it again.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“Did you not just tell me you don’t like using it?”
I nodded.
“And did you not just say that bastard forced you to use your ability until you passed out?”
“Umm, yeah.”
“Then don’t use it.” His voice softened. “You hid your ability. You hid that you’re a Scar. You did that for a reason.” I did. “Waleron knows, which means everyone does.”
Shit. “They do?”
He nodded. “I suspect for months.”
Months? Delara knew for months? “But they never said anything.”
Kilter lightly stroked my cheek with his knuckles, his eyes on my lips, which parted as he did it. “Like you said, your choice. Waleron may be a cold bastard, but he won’t force a Scar to fight or use their ability.”
“Oh.” Okay, that was good to know. “Kilter?”
“Right here, babe.” He smirked and I liked that. I liked that a lot because Kilter didn’t smirk and it was cute and playful. Another piece to hold in my hand.
I breathed in his scent and reached up to cup the back of his neck, drawing him closer, so his chest was pressing into mine. “I’ve never had sex with a man I desired before.” The color drained from his face and his body stiffened. “I wouldn’t even call what I had as sex, really.” His brows lowered and eyes darkened. “What I feel for you, what my body feels, I can’t explain it. But maybe it’s not meant to be explained because it’s a feeling. And I like that feeling. I want more of it. I want more of you.”
Kilter was quiet for a minute, and I got a little nervous that maybe he’d changed his mind about wanting to sleep with me. “Kilter?”
“Not good at this shit,” he said. He ran his thumb back and forth over my lower lip. “This between us is what breaks a man, but it’s also what makes him whole. You make me whole, babe.” I opened my mouth and he shook his head. “Not done yet.” I smiled. “You saw me when no one else did. You trusted me when I gave you nothing to trust.”
My breath hitched. I never expected that from Kilter. He was closed off behind walls that protected him. But he trusted me, and maybe because I’d trusted him first. I showed him the path.
“And I’ll always want to fuck you.”
Shit, he’d read my thoughts.
His body tensed, tatted arms flexing as he hovered above me. “You sort your shit out?”
“Yeah.” I smiled.
His brows lifted. “It’s been a fuckin’ hour.”
“Don’t need much time,” I replied, repeating what he’d said before.
He snorted, and then there was a brilliant spark of light in his eyes and a subtle grin. God, he was beautiful.
“Won’t ask you again, you sure?”
I yanked him closer with a hand bunched in his T-shirt. His elbows collapsed and his chest lay on mine. “Yeah, babe,” I said, smiling. “I’m fuckin’ sure.”
He chuckled, shaking his head, but the laughter faded as his eyes darted to my mouth as I licked my lower lip. I saw the change in his eyes as they smoldered with desire.