Page 85 of Remnants
He turns, his teeth bared in a wild grin that looks more deadly than friendly. He’s watching me like a wolf eyeing his next meal. I take an involuntary step back. “Are you running from me, beautiful?”
My breathing falters.
“No, I’m trying to have a serious—Fuck!”
He lunges for me, and I bolt, leaping around chairs and tables. Kell doesn’t bother moving around anything and bulldozes straight through it to me. The furniture flies and crashes with a mere swipe of his hands, clearing his path in a second. His hand sinks into my hair, fisting it hard enough to make me cry out in alarm before he drags me back against him. Heat fizzles between us, and the front of his shirt disintegrates.
Whoops.
His teeth scrape over the hammering pulse in my neck. “Giving up so easily, beautiful?” he taunts on a cruel chuckle. “Is this how you handle yourself?”
Oh.
Game on.
I swing my foot up to nail him in the balls. It won’t hurt him, but his gut reaction to block it is enough of a distraction that I dive out of his grasp and fall onto a table. It cracks and disappears beneath me. My body thuds to the ground unexpectedly, and I grunt, glaring at the table particles now dusting the floor.
Ow.
I could turn off my gift, but it’s the only thing giving me the slightest chance against him while his gift is active.
He grabs my ankles and flips me onto my back, parting my legs. Kellan buries his face between my thighs, nibbling through the fabric of my workout pants and underwear to reach my clit.
Gasping, I grab his hair with the intention of pushing him away, but he switches to a hard suck, and my fingers clench automatically, holding him more firmly against my core with a soft groan riding my lips. “Ahhh, fuck!”
His teeth rake across my clit and entrance at once, snapping together at the middle. My pussy throbs with need, paralyzing me through a shudder of pleasure. I feel something at my waist and find his hands hooked in my workout pants and my shoes already removed.
Fuck.
I reach behind me and grab the legs of a chair, repeating to myself that Idon’twant to disintegrate it. When it remains solid in my grip, I swing it over my head and into his back.
One of the chair legs breaks off in my hand as the rest of the chair tumbles to the floor.
Or not.
I flip to my front, scrambling out from under him, even if that means I’m helping him remove my pants. As soon as I’m free from them, I rush to my feet and run, cursing at the tables and chairs that slow me down without having the same effect on him. I can feel him behind me by the hairs rising along the back of my neck. The soundof metal scraping on the floor or hard plastic crashing together.
Sorry, Aiden.
I stop trying to avoid the furniture and touch it instead, my gift obliterating it to clear my path.
A hand wraps around my neck from behind, then pushes me against the nearest wall. “Caught you, rabbit,” Kellan mocks, his beard tickling the back of my ear. His hand dips inside my panties. He gives a hard tug, holding me in place by my neck, and then tears them off. “You won’t be needing these,” he growls.
He grips my ass, then kneads it in a slow circle. He smacks it once, short and sweet, and inhales sharply. My skin tingles and burns where he struck, the effect of our gifts entangling there in that instant, skyrocketing the intensity before fading to an insistent tingle that demands the area be touched again. I grind my ass against him, seeking that relief and finding the hard length of him bulging in his pants.
He chuckles, the jingle and slide of his belt so loud to me that it’s all I can focus on. The hard clank when it falls to the floor. The softpopof his jeans unbuttoning. “Should I take you like this? Fuck you against the wall?” I’m panting hard, the adrenaline pumping through my veins and drowning out anything but him and the wild beating of my heart. He rips the rest of his shirt free, dropping it to the pile of his clothes on the floor and kicking it aside.
He rocks his dick into my lower back, slowly grinding it against me as heat spreads and pools between my thighs. Kell curses, dropping his head and biting my shoulder. “I love the feel of your gift on my dick. I wonder how much more I’ll feel when I’m inside you.”
“Kell,” I breathe, craning my head as far to the side as I can. I draw my lips in, wetting them and shooting him a heated look.Kiss me, it demands.
His lips close in on mine, no actual words needed between us as he drives his tongue against mine. He grips my chin, holding me in place as he takes my mouth with a savagery that makes my knees weak. I try to reach him, to touch him, but struggle against his unrelenting grip. Leaning into my gift, I strengthen it at my neck.
Kellan startles. I worry for a second that I somehow hurt him, but he only looks surprised when he checks his hand.
The moment his eyes and hands are off me, I escape. I run for the counter, diving over it and hoping I’ll slide to the other side, when a hand clamps down on my thigh, stopping me while my upper half is dangling. He pulls me back a few inches, then pushes my thighs together around his dick. He thrusts between them, rubbing between my folds and gathering my arousal until the top of his cock is slick.
“That’s right, beautiful. You’re mine,” he says fiercely, his breathing harsh. “I’m never letting you go.”
