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He crawls up my body, grabs me by the waist and lifts me half in the air, his cock pushing inside of me. I clench around him like a vise, not willing to let him go.
“Fuck,” he groans, dropping my hips back down onto the bed and covering my body with his. “So fucking tight, and so fucking mine.” He caresses my throat softly as he extracts and enters. Slowly pumping inside, stretching me with every thrust. I feel the coolness of his silver piercing scrape against my wall as I contract around him. I cry out again, my legs wrapping around his waist.
He chuckles, his grip tightening around my throat, as he picks up his pace. “So fucking wet for me.”
My mouth opens, but he’s thrashing into me so hard that my words jerk and swallow.
His fingers dig into my thigh as his other hand comes to my wrists and pins them above my head. I cry out in pain. It’s too much. The overwhelming sensations are drowning me, not one part of my body numb.
“Who—” he growls, biting the flesh on my neck hard and pulling it between his teeth, “—owns you.” He dives inside of me again, slowing his thrust. The rhythm is powerful. With ever thrust of his hips, he fills me to the brink, until our bodies are slapping together in sweat.
I scream—fucking scream—as another orgasm slashes me open and has me bleeding out my cries in raw hunger. I throb around him, and he chuckles.
“King,” I plead, wrapping my arm around the back of his neck.
“That’s right, baby.” He leans up, flipping me onto my stomach. He slaps my ass cheek, the heavy sting biting my flesh. I yelp as he grips onto my hips and pulls me up on all fours. Wrapping my hair around his wrist, he yanks my head back, his lips on my ear. He enters me again from behind, his thick length sliding inside of me. I wince at the pain, but when he hisses and his hand comes to my throat, I know I want to go again, even if it might kill me. “That’s exactly who the fuck owns you.” Tugging on my hair, he yanks my head back with one hand and locks onto the back of my neck with the other as he slams into me relentlessly. Over and over again. I feel my stomach curl, my pussy throb, and my clit swell, just as I release, another scream splitting through the walls.
He pulls out, and I feel hot liquid shoot onto my back. I can barely keep my eyes open as I drop back down onto my belly, my eyes drifting closed. I don’t even have enough energy to care about the cum dripping down my back.
I feel the bed lift from his weight. “King?” I whisper, so softly and using what little energy I have left. “Will you tell me why you’re so confusing?”
He chuckles softly. “One day.”
I remember my obsession with birds. My mom said I wanted to own a big bird enclosure and keep as many as I could. Of course, that never happened, but I remember the feeling I had. The want. The obsession that overrode my common sense.
That same feeling has somewhat come back.
I fucked King last night.
I groan, rolling onto my side, while flinching from the bruises over my hips and collarbone.
Deep chuckling reverberates from the entryway, and I snap up to see Killian standing there with a cheesy grin on his face, spooning granola into his smug mouth.
“What?” I swing my legs over the bed, hiding my flinch. I look around the room and wince at the mess. It looks like a stampede of angry animals had run through it. Clothes are everywhere, and the small dresser has been moved to the middle of the room, almost tipping over. He picked me up and slammed me against the dresser, placing me on top and sinking back inside of me…
“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. I mean, that was the longest foreplay in history.” Killian nods his head. “Get changed. We’re going to crash a party.”
“A party?”
Killian nods.
“In Texas?”
He nods again, before realizing how lost I am. “You think we don’t know people after visiting the same places almost every couple years?”
I think over what he’s saying. Obviously. “But I don’t really want to go to a house party.”
Killian laughs. “Well, you have no choice.”
He leaves, and I’m left sitting on my bed, with aching muscles and a confused brain. Why would we be attending a party in Texas? For some reason, I don’t think these boys make friends with just anybody.
Once I’ve thrown on a discarded shirt, I stumble outside of my room and head straight for the coffee pot, pouring the black java into my mug.
“You’re up early,” Kyrin purrs from behind me, shocking me into turning around.
