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I snarl into his mouth, going up on my tiptoes to try to get better leverage as I crush my lips harder to his. He makes a guttural noise, sliding his tongue over my lower lip when the skin splits and a droplet of blood wells there.
He laps up the blood like he’s starving for every bit of me he can get, and I whimper at the stark possessiveness of the gesture. Cain is usually the more easygoing of the guys, the one who hides his pain behind smiles and charm. I’ve never doubted his feelings for me, but right now, they’re more intense than they’ve ever been before.
“Fuck, Cain!” I gasp out.
He growls in response, releasing his hold on me so suddenly that I nearly tip over. He grabs my hips in his large hands and spins me around, turning me to face the kitchen counter.
“Hands on the counter,” he bites out. “Keep them there.”
It says a lot about how turned on I am already that I obey him. Normally, my instinct would be to push back against any bossiness from my mates, but there’s an implicit promise in his words, and I really, really want what he’s promising.
My chest heaves with deep, fast breaths as I plant my hands on the counter, splaying my fingers over the smooth surface. Cain makes a guttural noise behind me, dragging his palm down my spine as he traces the curve of my arched back. When he reaches my ass, he pulls his hand away—then brings it down again a second later, slapping my ass hard enough to make me yelp.
I turn to glare at him over my shoulder, but he’s already undoing the button and fly of my pants, shoving his hand inside to delve his fingers into my pussy. He groans as he stuffs two fingers into me.
“You’re so fucking wet. So goddamn responsive. You can act pissed all you like, Kiara, but I know you like this.”
And I do.
Damn it, I really do.
I squirm restlessly, wriggling my ass backward toward him as I clench my inner walls around his fingers. He uses his free hand to shove my pants and panties down a bit more, then kneads my bare ass cheek, groping me with rough possessiveness.
“This is so beautiful,” he murmurs roughly. “And it’s mine, isn’t it? Ours. This ass belongs to me, Raven, and North.”
Fucking hell.
I don’t answer, letting my head droop as I lose myself in the feeling of him fucking me with his fingers. But my head shoots up with a snap when he slaps my ass again as if he wants to bring my focus entirely back to him.
“Damn it, Cain,” I whine.
“I’m right there, Kiara,” he rasps. “Just wait for me. Wait. I want to feel you choke my cock when you come. Want to feel you come all over me.”
He smacks my ass again, a bit lighter this time, but still hard enough to make the sharpcrackring out in the kitchen. The sound barely registers in my ears, though. I’m too busy listening to the soft whisper of his zipper coming down. Goosebumps rise up on my skin in anticipation, and I curl my fingers against the countertop, bracing myself for what I know is coming.
Even though I’m expecting it, I’m still not prepared.
Cain grabs my hips as his fat cock finds my entrance, and he holds me in place as he drives into me, pulling my hips backward to meet his thrust.
He bottoms out inside me, the intrusion so sudden and deep that it makes me sees stars despite the fact that I’m soaked and ready for him.
“God, you feel so good.” He’s breathing hard, his fingers digging into my skin. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You’re greedy for my cock?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I bite out, bumping my ass back against him. I’m still taking my feelings out on him, even though I honestly can barely remember what we were fighting about in this moment.
All I know is, he’s right. Iamgreedy for his cock.
I’m greedy for the way he makes me feel, the way the feelings between us in this moment seem to eclipse everything else. The way nothing else matters when he’s connected to me like this, buried inside me as deep as he can go.
Cain chuckles, a deep rumbling sound.
Then he gives me just what I asked for. He draws back and slams back into me, pounding into me over and over again as my palms slide across the countertop. I can’t keep myself braced—at least, not enough to matter—so when Cain growls out, “Touch yourself,” I abandon all pretense of trying to hold on or steady myself.
As his hips slap against my ass, I reach down and delve one hand between my legs, finding the nub of my clit easily. My fingertips are close to the place where Cain impales me, and I can feel the movement of his cock as he slides out and drives back in. I circle my fingers faster and faster, matching his pace as he fucks me into the countertop.
Then he stops, freezing in place so abruptly that I almost fall backward trying to meet his next stroke that never comes.
He pulls out of me, and I glance over my shoulder to see him looking down at me with a ravenous, feral kind of hunger that makes my stomach flip over. He takes two long strides back, his chest rising and falling as he holds my gaze.
