Kei grabs my face between his palms and angles it up towards him. Then his lips are against mine for the very first time.
Fuck. Shit. Holy Christ. Gods.
Kei kisses fiercely, pressing his tongue into my mouth without waiting. Our tongues meet and he makes a noise.
“Fuck,” he says, pulling back to stare at me. “Of course you have a tongue piercing. Fuck, that’s so hot.” Then he’s diving back in. He nips at my lips. He fights me for dominance. My head swims with arousal so quickly it spins.
This is what I needed. Someone to fight me for dominance. Someone who’d give me as good as I handed it out. Someoneto try to put me in my place if they can get the upper hand but knowing I’ll fight them every step of the way.
“Fuck,” I hiss out as I taste blood and I’m not sure if it’s from my lip or from his. “Upstairs. Now.”
I grab his hand and drag him up the stairs to my apartment. Once inside, our kissing starts up again. I do my best to guide us towards the bathroom but it’s hard when our backs keep slamming into walls, tables, chairs. Every surface possible. I’m sure my back will have bruises tomorrow with how hard we’re throwing each other around but I don’t care. I want there to be marks. I want there to be bruises. I want proof that tonight really happened even if I only want it to happen once.
We get into the bathroom and I start stripping out of my clothes. I know Kei’s nose is probably hating the way we smell right now. As much as I want to get to fucking, this little pit stop is necessary.
Kei’s hands skim over my skin, making me shiver. His fingers dance across my nipples, just touching and exploring the bars I have through them. His eyes are looking me up and down. I feel weirdly exposed.
“Get naked,” I say against his lips, biting down once just because I can before turning around and starting the shower.
“Why aren’t we going straight to the bed?”
“Because I know I must stink from the club,” I say, looking over my shoulder at Kei. He’s holding his shirt, staring at me. “What?”
“Nothing,” he says but gives me the smallest smile. “You do fucking stink so thank you.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I say, shoving his shoulder. This is supposed to be fucking, not whatever is happening between us right now. I don’t like seeing this side of him. Mostly because I’m realizing maybe I don’t hate it afterall.
I jump into the shower, pulling him in along with me. Kei already has a bruise blooming on his shoulder where I bit him. I touch it, marveling at how pretty it looks against his skin. Gods, I want tocoverhim in marks.
I push him back until the water is running over his head. I pass him my soap, the one that has scent neutralizing properties so we can get the smell of the club off our skin. We lather each other up quickly before shutting off the water.
We towel ourselves dry before our lips are connected again. I run my fingers down his back, letting my nails dig into his skin. He makes a noise against my lips that makes my cock jump where it’s resting against his hip.
“What the fuck?” I yelp as Kei lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me through my studio apartment.
“Bed?”
I nod towards the corner of my apartment, past the partitions I have set up to give me the privacy of a bedroom. He walks around it and throws me onto the bed. I bounce a few times before sliding myself back.
Kei follows me, kneeling between my legs. It’s really cute that he thinks carrying me somehow gives him the upper hand.
I shove the heel of my foot against his shoulder hard enough that he loses his balance. Then I pounce on him, pinning him to the bed with me hovering over him. I smirk down at him before biting the opposite shoulder hard enough to break skin. The metallic taste of his blood on my tongue makes my stomach swoop violently.
Fuck, have I ever been this turned on before?
“Shit,” Kei hisses out, his hands gripping my shoulders. He digs his nails into my skin so hard I know there will be marks later. “Fuck, Sookie.”
I bite down on his bottom lip before meeting his eye. “Don’t fucking call me that. Call me babe or baby or something. Not that. Not tonight.”
A look of understanding washes over Kei’s features before he’s nodding. Then he puts his palm against my face, shoving me away. I’m so taken by surprise that Kei uses this as an opportunity to flip our positions. He grabs my thigh, wrapping it around his hip and grinds down against me.
“There we go,” he murmurs, looking down at me with dark, hooded eyes. “You like that, sweetheart? You like it rough, just like me.”
I wrap a hand around his throat, just holding, not squeezing. He rubs our hips together, precum smearing against our bellies. It feels so good but it’s not enough. I want tofucktonight. I want one of us coming apart with the other inside them. I want it all if it’s just one night.
My other hand grabs his pec. Then I tweak his nipple so hard it has him crying out. His mouth finds my clavicle, biting down, breaking skin.
We might be shifters but I’m not worried about either of us mating. A mating bite has to have intention behind it. Our intention tonight is the claim and fuck, but not like that. Not in the way that’s permanent.
