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Took what I wanted…

I was…I was taking from Korrad, wasn’t I?

As usual.

That thought—that guilt—had me pulling away from his mouth with a gasp. Unfortunately, that movement pushed my pussy against his thigh again, sending another spike of need through me, causing me to groan and drop my head back against the door with a thunk.

Korrad let me go. I told myself this was good, because if he had chased me, I wouldn’t have been able to resist him.

Instead, he bowed his head, his weight supported by his forearm braced against the door, and breathed as heavily as I did. His eyes were screwed closed, and I had to resist the urge to reach up and brush his hair away from his forehead.

What was I doing?

Korrad had given me a home, safety, acceptance, and love for my son…and what had I given him? A headache.

I couldn’t take anything more from him.

His heart still belonged to Sharra, and I wasn’t her.

“Kesha,” he murmured, eyes still shut, as if maybe he wasn’t sure what he was asking.

My breath wrenched out of me in a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob. Lord, I wanted him! But despite everything he’d said, I was keeping score.

And now I wasn’t sure if I was winning or losing.

Chapter Seven

Korrad

You complete idiot.

I cursed myself silently, and idiot was the kindest term I could come up with. Complete asshole was on the list, as was utter moron and absolute dipshit, as well as a few terms I remember our mother using in orcish.

You scared her.

I’d attacked Kesha in the hallway, unable to control myself. Yeah, she’d been the one to kiss me first, but then I’d pinned her against the door, pushed my cock against her stomach, and—and plundered her mouth like this was one of those cheesy pirate movies Jay and Brak used to watch.

And fuck me, but I didn’t regret it.

I mean, I did regret it, because she’d pulled away and now smelled of uncertainty mixed with arousal. But she’d tasted so fucking good I was conflicted as hells.

“Kesha,” I whispered again, and she took a deep, shuddering breath.

“I’m—I’m sorry, Korrad.”

My eyes snapped open in time to feel her ducking under my raised arm. She didn’t look back as she hurried toward the bedroom she shared with Milo, but her confusion and worry soured the air.

Dammit.

I managed not to groan when I dropped my head back to my forearm, still cursing myself.

Eventually, I had the sense to realize that standing in my foyer with my eyes closed and a huge erection probably wasn’t the best way to spend the evening, so I forced myself to stumble toward my bedroom. I needed a hot shower.

Nope, turned out that didn’t help, so I took a cold shower.

I was standing there under the spray of water, angry at myself for pushing myself on Kesha when I remembered that sexy little noise she’d made against my mouth when she’d returned my kisses, and my hand dropped to my cock.

Her tongue had tangled with mine. Her arousal had been obvious. She’d kissed me back.