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What in all the furry hells is wrong with me?
Killian’s gaze glittered dark and possessive as he towered over me, contacting my skin with the tip of his fingers. He hadn’t shaved, and a decent five o’clock shadow surrounded his jaw line, giving him a rough edge on that already imposing presence.
My heart thundered like a stampede of shifters in my chest. A roaring that had nothing to do with the cheers that erupted from the stage filled my ears.
“You’d better be listening to me, Little Bird.” He tapped my collar, threading his finger into the space between it and my skin, further confining my airway.
“Yes, Sir.” The unearned honorific tumbled from my lips, unbidden.
His next tap grazed over my lips. He smeared my lip gloss a little, pressing down. I opened my mouth by reflex, and he slipped his finger inside.
A terrifying, embarrassing moan worked its way along my throat and escaped around the finger I sucked on with a soft sigh.
My cheeks flamed beneath the black lights that illuminated the VIP area as I held his compelling gaze, lost in him.
Thecorner of his lips quirked as he withdrew his finger, swiping my saliva and lip gloss across my bared collarbone above where my feathers transformed into a cascade of pink-and-gray fluff. His gaze lingered there as he moved his finger back and forth, teasing the exposed tops of my breasts.
My breath came in short, shallow gasps. I pressed my thighs together, wishing he’d—touch me, kiss me, fuck me—doanythingbut leave me on edge. My nipples pebbled, my own feathers torture against the sensitive tips as I arched into his touch.
Nothing but another floor slut.
I swallowed, but the humiliating thought heightened my arousal rather than detracting from it.
Great time to develop a new kink.
Or maybe I’d always had it, but never made time to discover what I needed, hiding behind a shield of pain I built around myself dealt out by the people I’d trusted most.
Killian’s watchful gaze missed nothing and understood everything.
His predatory grin dripped with sin as he leaned a sliver of space closer, breathing myair. “Work, Little Bird. I’ll find you later.”
He released my collar and stepped past me as though I didn’t exist.
I’d been dismissed.
Lost in my mind, I stood at Rafe’s side a moment longer as the club returned to me in a cacophony of conversations, forgetting I hadn’t managed to move more than a step from the club owner before Killian accosted me. A discreet elbow in my thigh—in the same spot as before, how did he do that?—got me moving.
Shaking my head, I reached up, my fingertips hovering over Killian’s intimate touch, then yanked my hand back. If he left a fluid on my skin, I knew better than to wipe it off, unless I wanted to call off whatever had developed between us.
And I didn’t want to do that … right?
I made it to the downstairs cold room, still chatting away to myself in my head before I realized that I’d forgotten why I’d come down to the back area. My feet froze as I went through the night in reverse, returning to my conversation at the bar with James that had happened less than half an hour ago but might have been yesterday for the time warp Killian threw me in.
DidI want to continue down the suicidal path we’d set out on together? I yanked open the cool room door with more force than necessary, banging the wall behind me hard enough to leave a mark. Wincing, I jammed a milk crate against the stainless steel to prevent myself from being locked in.
Walking down the rows, I ran my fingers along the cases, noting the brand I searched for nearest the entrance, stopping at the vacant space where the one I hunted for should be. Had I put it in the right place? Delivery had been last Wednesday. I remembered that, ticking it off on my mental checklist. Which meant the delivery for this week had been … not delivered.
And I hadn’t noticed.
“Fuckit.” I swore under my breath, ranting soft enough to allow a touch of vehemence into it. I should have noticed, but I’d let a pretty face and a nice chest and shoulders and abs… Hell, who was I kidding? Nobody except myself. That much was clear.
Killian had done more than get into my head.
Could I be his?Killian hadn’t taken a serious sub or regular lover for as long as I had worked for him, but the flip side of that statement was that neither had I sought out a Dom, or any other play partner except my tried-and-true co-worker. My last relationship prior to my new life at Fray didn’t bear thinking about, and that left me with an eternal sour taste and more than a slightly ruined body.
Which made becoming Killian’sLittle Birdboth an appealing prospect and more than a smidge terrifying.
“Fuckity fuck.” Willow’s lilting terminology was rubbing off on me. Not a bad thing, but still.
