Page 64 of Seared Fates

My humping hips must hit a perfect spot because all of a sudden Kai’s whole body shudders as if he’s fighting back an orgasm. His face twists, looking wrecked as he bounces on my clothed cock. “Yeah, fuck, yeah!”

I nearly go blind. Nearly cum. Nearly sink my fangs into Kai’s neck and slide my cock inside him all at the same time.

But before I completely lose my head, I remember we’re in a full club, and the only way I’m touching Kai the way I want is if I slaughter every last person. Then bend him over and fuck him in a pool of their blood.

Clutching Kai tight, I sprint through the crowd at vampiric speed and go through doors marked ‘restricted access’. The sudden absence of music is deafening, though my heart pounding in my ears keeps me grounded.

I sprint up the concrete stairs until we reach a door. I kick it open and carry Kai into Lucero’s office. I don’t bother with the lights—the wall-length window overlooking the club floods the room with the same strobing red glow.

“Holy shit, maybe warn me next time you go that fast,” Kai says, but my mate doesn’t sound angry. He’s breathless—excited.

“Lucero’s too busy with Golden to come here anymore.” I sit Kai on the edge of the desk. Already missing his weight, my hands roam up to grab hold of his hips. My need to touch and be close to Kai outranks every other sense. “So how about we make full use of it?”

The way Kai looks at me, lips wet and swollen, exposed chest rising and falling. The glitter on his cheeks. The whole image sets my fangs on edge.

His gaze softens, and Kai lays a hesitant hand on my chest. “Vidar, we don’t…I mean, I know you want to make me happy, but you don’t need to do this.”

It shames me to know I put that shake of insecurity in his voice.

Since we’ve met, I’ve been trying to untangle my feelings that only grow with each second. Most times, too quickly for me to fully grasp. But pushing these feelings down has hurt Kai. He’s never demanded anything or manipulated the bond between us when he so easily could.

No, that’s been me.

I shoved down his walls and claimed his side as my rightful place. Even as he tried to put distance between us to protect his heart.

It’s time for a change.

My palms come up to frame Kai’s face—a face that, when I first laid eyes on, I thought only the goddessFreyjacould have created. I brush my thumb across his scarred side, and my heart warms when he doesn’t flinch from my touch.

“Do you even know the kinds of dirty thoughts I have about you?” I move between his legs and take my time kissing him.

He sighs, holding onto my forearms and kissing me back.

“Fuck, I’ve never been so hard before.” And push my straining cock into his stomach, not wanting Kai to have a single doubt of my arousal.

“Vidar.” He says my name like it’s a curse and a blessing. “How do you want me?”

I drag him off the desk, part his lips and devour his mouth in one long, heated kiss.

I groan when his wandering fingers feel their way up my tattooed arms. His curious touch travels to my chest, his moans a succulent morsel to swallow whole while he learns the shape of my body.

I could lose myself in his mouth. Spend hours drinking deeply from his every sound.

But right now, I need more.

I spin Kai around.

“I want you bent over.” I place my palm between his shoulder blades and urge Kai down. His silver necklacesclinkagainst the hardwood when his chest meets the surface. “And what a pretty view you make, little prince.”

I rip Kai’s jacket off, tossing it to the side, and damn near see double when he arches his back. Ass up, Kai makes a home for my bulge between his cheeks.

“I like that idea. So much,” he moans.

I dip down, pull his shirt collar aside to run my fangs along his neck—not hard—but enough to coax out a gasp.

“And do you have any idea…” My hands go around him and grab hold of his backside. Shaping his ripe flesh to only ever fit into my palms. “How fucking badly I want this?”

“You want it?” Kai teases.