Page 12 of Then We Shatter

“Maybe next time. If you’re a good girl.”

I’ve seen Katarina smile before, but this one’s different. It isn’t guarded, or cruel and vicious. It’s soft. Yielding. As I suspected, there’s a warm heart behind that cold exterior, and I want it.

Distant shots slice through the night. We’re still in a battle zone, and we’ll soon be missed. Katarina feels the same urgency and helps me peel her skin-tight jeans down to her ankles. Not an easy task, especially when distracted by that triangle of red silk.

I’m done holding back and when I press my mouth to her, Katarina lets out a gasp. Her fingers rake through my hair as my teeth nip and tug at her thong and the soft flesh beneath. I’m not going to waste time peeling off her underwear. I grab the strings of her thong and rip it off her.

“Killi–” she complains, but the last part of my name comes out as a grunt as I pry her thighs apart and sink my tongue into her warm heat.

I dip my tongue deeper, trailing the tip along the seam of her pussy to her entrance. “You taste like heaven and I need more. So much more,” I groan as I push deeper into her.

Katarina tugs at my unruly curls, arching her back to encourage my tongue deeper. “It’s good to know you can do more with that mouth than talk shit.”

I take it as a compliment. Naturally. “I’m only just getting started, lovely. Tell me what you need.”

“Your fingers inside me,” she pants. “Now.”

“Anything you say, Kitty,” I reply, tilting my head upwards so I can soak in her expression as I slide a finger into her. Her inner muscles contract around it. “Another one?”

Her lips flatten and she simply nods. Her sharp fingernails dig into my scalp as she rides my hand. “And another.”

I’m grinning as I start pumping her with three fingers. “You’ll need this when the time comes to get ready for my cock.”

“Maybe…” Her hips buck as I run circles around her clit with the tip of my tongue. “Maybe I need to see what I’m signing up for before I consider taking it further.”

It’s good to know she’s coming around to the idea that I will be seeing her again. Because it really isn’t up for debate. “I like that you’re thinking ahead, but I wouldn’t want to give you the impression I’m the kind of guy who puts out on the first date.”

Before she can give me some snarky reply, I flick her swollen bundle of nerves with my tongue. Her body jolts so I do it again.

Katarina goes to grind against my face, but I pull back. “I’ll be needing more instructions, Kitty.”

“I want your fingers…” She stops to swallow. “I want them deeper. I want them curled as you suck my clit… like a good boy.”

My chuckle sends a vibration down to my core and my balls contract. I’m steel-hard against my zipper and have no control over my body as I make desperate thrusting motions with my hips. I will not come in my pants.

Needing Katarina to unravel before I lose control, I give her exactly what she needs. I seal my mouth around her clit and I suck and flick until she cries out.

“Don’t stop,” she hisses as she rides my face with growing urgency. “Make me come, Killian. Yes… Just like… like that.”

As I thrust my fingers into her sweet pussy, her arousal drips down my knuckles. I keep to the rhythm of her hips while I lick, and suck, and tease her clit. Her soft flesh swells and pulses against my lips and fingers.

“Yes. Goddamn it, yes, Killian! I’m…”

Not daring to lift my mouth, I simply hum my encouragement and that small vibration triggers a beautiful, pussy-shattering orgasm that has my little Bratva princess falling apart. Her muscles spasm, her legs tremble and her sharp-as-fuck fingernails cut deep into my scalp as she cries out. And fuck me, it’s worth the pain because it’s my name on her sinful lips.

Katarina rides it out with a series of whimpers and groans until her movements slow to a stop. When I withdraw my fingers, she slumps and I have to put my hands on her hips to steady her. “Do you think you can make it back to the truck, or will I have to carry you?”

“You’re good, Killian McConkey but you’re not that good,” she mutters as I drag her jeans up from her ankles and she takes over fastening them.

“Just wait until you’ve come around my cock, I promise you won’t be walking then,” I warn, rising to my feet with her torn thong grasped in my hand. “Do I get to keep these as a–”

Katarina snatches her torn underwear and stuffs them into her pocket. “No trophies. You’re not at championship level yet, Shorty.”

“Yet,” I repeat. “There you go again planning our future.”

Warmed by her glower, I fix my earpiece back into my ear. I’ve been off radar longer than I’d like and not nearly as long as I want. I immediately tune in to a conversation between Tiernan and Ronan over where to pile the bodies as part of the clean-up operation. From the suggestions they’re making, it’s not our fallen they’re discussing.

While my brothers continue their debate, I suck my fingers clean. “That’s a taste I could get used to,” I say, leaning in close enough to feel Katarina’s breath on my damp lips. She’s looking at my mouth and I’m just as distracted by hers. How the fuck have we not kissed yet?