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Chapter 28
SUKI
I find myself sitting on the steps of the porch, under the moonlight this time around, and with proper clothes and shoes on I am quite comfortable in the cold. The snowy mountain peaks are lit by the moon and the view is probably even better now than it is in the daylight.
I hear the door open behind me and even without looking, I know it is not Niklas. Connor takes a seat beside me, and I look up at him and smile.
“I can't figure you out, Suki.” My smile falls. “Niklas is an interesting character, different, emotionless... quiet. Yet, after these two days I can see you have him beat.”
“Where are you going with this?” My expression is stern, lips thin and straight, the demons shining in my eyes.
“You confuse me. You're fighting a battle, a battle you look like you could be losing, and Niklas is not your opponent... is he?”
“He is a pawn in this. He wants something from me, something I cannot give him, not without becoming...” I trail off. This is dangerous territory.
“Becoming what, Suki?”
“It does not matter.” I shake my head and smile at him.
“Of course it does. What are you scared of?”
I look into his hollow eyes, darker than the night's sky, and I feel like he sucks me into this void, this cold, yet comfortable void.
“Becoming my mother.” Fuck. It's that hypnotic stare and I cannot stop myself.
“Ah. Lydia Knoxx... yes, I read all about her.” His words startle me, yet he is the sheriff, they should not surprise me. “She was sick, Suki, you know this. You are not her.”
“I am more like her than you think, Connor. Too much like her.” Another smile, a sarcastic one, hits my lips as I slowly shake my head. “How about you? What are you afraid of?” My question makes him twitch, and there is a flicker in those dark, haunting eyes. Something far in the distance, hidden behind countless walls, tucked away real well.
He turns his gaze to the moon.
“There is something about you, Connor. Something I cannot quite place, yet it feels familiar.” His gaze shoots back to me and hours seem to pass as we look at each other. It feels so familiar. I am not the only one fighting my demons, I am not the only one running. Only his race is mental... mine is about to be physical.
“I like you, Suki.” His face devoid of emotion could fool me.
“I like you too.” And I do. There is something about him that makes me feel at ease, no matter how much his hollow eyes make me feel like I am about to be buried alive. He feels like the kind of person that could be there for you... for a long time.
A friend.
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When I walk into the bedroom, I find Niklas looking out the window, bathed in the bright moonlight, rubbing a towel through his wet hair, another wrapped low on his hips. His movements are slow, lazy, and there is something so utterly masculine about this image. His muscles ripple one by one beneath his damp skin and no matter how much I try, I cannot seem to tire of seeing him naked—and I cannot suppress my attraction to him. It is an all-consuming hunger. He turns just as I shut the door behind me, my eyes fixed on him.
His body never ceases to amaze me. I never thought myself to be a shallow person, not when I am plump in all the wrong places, but Niklas' body makes me as shallow as one could be. He looks like goddamn sin—strong and thick, strained with muscles built by sheer force. Not perfectly defined, not built in the gym, but here, on this mountain. I watch his wide pecks, dusted with fine hair, rise and fall with every slow, deep breath, his abs tighten as he starts moving towards me and his thick, strong legs ripple with muscles.
He stalks towards me with strong, deliberate movements, as my gaze travels back up his body, and I realize he is watching me just as I am him. The look in his eyes is positively ravenous and fire spreads on my skin wherever his gaze hits.
He is a few steps away, yet I can already smell him, and as I breathe in that strong cedar and musk scent, I feel the heaviness of the air. It touches my skin, charging it with heat, fueling a fire inside of me that needs to burn.
When our eyes meet, a storm is unleashed. He rips the towel off his body before he even reaches me and as we pull every piece of fabric off mine, for the first time in a long time, I curse the fact that I am wearing anything at all. We cannot take our hands off each other, pulled into the eye of a storm, it’s like a tornado caught on fire and swallowed us in its core.
Before the last piece of fabric hits the floor, he lifts me with one arm under my ass, my legs wrap around his waist and as his free hand curls high around my throat, my hands grab onto him, nails digging in his ribs.
Suddenly the storm quiets, like the calm before it somehow found its way in the midst instead. I can feel my pulse against his large hand, his thumb and forefinger pushing my head up by my jaw, but his intense, predatory gaze would be enough to hold me still. A shallow breath escapes my lips when his grip tightens, but he swallows it as his lips crash onto mine and the storm explodes around us yet again.
His lips push on mine, hard and forceful, kissing me with an all-consuming hunger. He licks, I bite, he sucks, I whimper. His cock is underneath me, pushing between my ass cheeks as he grinds on me, my back rubbing roughly on the hardwood door behind me.
Suddenly, he lets go of my throat, reaches between us and when he bites my bottom lip, a sharp pain rips through my left nipple, his fingers pinching hard. I moan in pain, and a shiver vibrates from his body into mine.
