“Oh,” I murmured, kind of disappointed that he hadn’t.
He cupped my chin, thumb stroking over my lower lip. “All I thought about was protecting you. Wanting you to get better. I never thought I’d have a chance at something special. And you’re something special, babe. Don’t deserve you, but, ” the corners of his lips curved up, “never said I wasn’t selfish. So, yeah, I want special and sweet and the beautiful woman lying underneath me waiting for my cock. You good with that?”
I shrugged, hiding my smile. “I guess.”
He snorted and ground his hips into me, and his cock pressed into my clit and sparks shot through me. “Oh, babe, you so don’t want to shrug at me. I can make you beg for a very long time.”
“I bet I can make you beg, too.” I squeezed his cock, sliding my hand up and down.
“Don’t beg. But I’m all for you trying.” He winked at me, grinning.
God, he winked at me. Kilter grinned and winked. It was as if learning the truth had finally released him from the prison he’d been living in.
He leaned over, opened the nightstand drawer, and fiddled around for a second before pulling out a small, square package. He ripped it open and rolled it on with one hand while I held the base of his cock. Then he moved so he knelt between my legs.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and he groaned as he slid his cock through my wetness before gently pressing at my opening.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Shit, I had my eyes closed, waiting for him to thrust inside me. I was tense, knowing it would hurt at first.
“Want to see your eyes, so I know I’m not hurting you.” As soon as I looked at him, I relaxed and took a deep breath. This was Kilter. I wanted him inside me and my body ached for him.
“That’s it, baby. We do this slowly the first time. Okay?”
I nodded.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
I nodded again.
He lifted up on his arms and slowly pressed his cock into me. It was tight. God, it was tight, but it wasn’t painful. It was uncomfortable, maybe. He kept his eyes locked on me as he slowly tilted his hips and slid inside me further.
As my body adjusted to him, he slowly sank deeper. I felt the need to yank him down on top of me, and I tightened my thighs around him, tilting my hips up to meet him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Give me a sec, babe.”
His cock buried deep inside me, every inch of him pulsing, every inch of me throbbing. There was a raw need for him to move. To thrust. “Please, Kilter.”
“You’re so fuckin’ tight and feel so damn good, Rayne.” He slid halfway out then back in again.
I closed my eyes and arched, meeting his slow thrust. “Faster,” I begged, one hand at the back of his neck, fingers bunching in his hair and pulling.
He moved faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
I clenched around him. The sensation of him moving inside me was like being taken away from all the bad, erasing it and being set free.
His hips ground into me, and with his thrusts, the pressure built until every part of me clenched around him.
My breath hitched. “Kilter,” I cried.
He thrust harder. Our bodies slapping into one another in perfect rhythm. “Fuck! You there, babe?” he ground out, his face tight.
I was already there. “Kilter,” I screamed, as I came hard and fast. Everything inside me quivering and shaking.
“Yes.” Kilter pumped into me hard three more times before he made a low graveled groan as he came, too.
Our chests heaved, hearts pounded, and our skin was heated as he both stilled and stared at one another for a minute, taking in what we shared, knowing it was special.
And, yeah, knowing this was more. We were more. And it was endless.
I PRESSED UP AGAINST Kilter’s side, my finger tracing the ink on his abdomen while he absently stroked my back. I was naked, so was he, and after the first time, we did it again, except this time I rode him while he held my hips.
Watching his face when he came, God that made me come so hard that I screamed—loud. To which he laughed after he finished coming because everyone in the house had to have heard me. And Kilter, being Kilter, didn’t give a shit if they did. Actually, I think he liked it. I didn’t. I was mortified.
That was a half hour ago and we were still lying in bed, slow caresses, Kilter leaning in to me and kissing me soft and sweet. It was nice. I hadn’t had nice before Kilter.
His hand stopped stroking my back and the pillow rustled as he tilted his head to look down at me tucked in to his side. “We need to talk.”
Okay, that was serious. “About?”
“A meeting’s been called.”
I didn’t particularly like the sound of that. “A meeting? With who?”
“Everyone.”
“Umm, okay.” Did that include me?
“Yeah, babe. It includes you. Not happy about it, but a vampire attacked you and we need to find out why.”
I had no idea why. It wasn’t like the vampires had a use for me, except for my blood, which was the same as any other person. My ability had no benefit to them even if they knew about it.
“Waleron wants to know everything about you.” My heart leapt because I knew he was referring to the compound, and it wasn’t something I liked to talk about. “How long have you known you could steal people’s emotions and replace them like that?”
I stiffened and turned over so I lay on my back, then pulled the sheet up over my breasts. Better to talk covered, less vulnerable. Kilter rolled to his side so he faced me and yanked the sheet down, cupping my breast, his thumb barely grazing my erect nipple.