Page 57 of Volatile King (The Kings of Wayward Academy #6)

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Nash’s mouth devoured mine like he was starved—like he’d spent too long choking on words he couldn’t say and now needed to taste them on my lips. He pressed me into the mattress, and my body responded to the heat and solid muscle, to the possessive energy that naturally flowed off of him.

“Nash,” I whispered, my fingers sliding up into his hair.

My heart pounded and my pulse spiked as the anger that I’d been holding all week was wiped away and replaced with a burning need.

Nash broke the kiss only long enough to drag the hoodie over his head and throw it aside.

The lamplight caught the scars scattered across his skin as his chest heaved.

Each one explained without words the pain he’d suffered.

His eyes were dark and as turbulent as a storm.

It was as though he was tired of holding back a lifetime of chaos on his own.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Princess. You drive me fucking insane. It’s not fair that you affect me like this,” he rasped, fingers already tugging at the hem of my shirt.

I smirked. Nash did the same to me. We were fueled by raw need, desperation, and the desire to heal the wounded parts of our souls.

“Then show…me,” I breathed, my voice soft.

The tension finally snapped, and Nash yanked my top over my head, baring me to the cool air and the weight of his gaze. His hands skimmed over my skin, catching on the lace of my bra, and a deep rumble left his throat.

“Do you really think I could ever want anyone else?” His lips ghosted over my collarbone, teeth scraping lightly before his tongue soothed the sting.

“You’re it, Princess. Even when I’m burning everything down…

I look at you, and you’re the only thing that makes sense.

How did you do it? How did you do this to me?

I love it, want it, and fucking hate you at the same time for making me like this. ”

“Don’t know,” I said. My breath caught as Nash’s mouth found the curve of my shoulder, and his hand slid down my side.

“Nash…”

“I mean it,” he growled, kissing lower. “You fucking do something to me that I can’t explain. And I’m going to prove we’re meant to be, because I’m not letting you go. You’re mine, Princess. You are my queen.”

What could I possibly say after that? Placing my hand on his chest, I searched his face. It was as dark and dangerous as the first time I’d met him.

I glanced at the door. “Guys?”

“They won’t come in…actually…”

He jumped up and went to the door before I could stop him, and with two clicks and a thud, three locks were in place. Jesus.

“There, we’re good,” he said, undoing the button on his jeans and then leaving it like that to torture me.

“No…I mean…” I licked my lips, trying to keep my brain on track as he sauntered back to the bed. “The…guys stay…all them. Queen…or not.”

Nash smirked. “Princess, if you don’t think I already know and detest the fuck out of it…then you don’t know me as well as you think you do. I’ve conceded.”

He chuckled as he bent over, trapping me with his hands on either side of my body. Nash nipped at me, teasing my mouth with his tongue while I shivered in anticipation.

“Do you know what I can’t wait for?”

I was terrified to ask and find out. “No.”

Instead of answering, Nash kissed me hard. I gasped as he squeezed my ass and rubbed his cock against me. God, he was hard. He did it again, and I moaned into his mouth.

“I can’t wait to spank this fucking ass.” My eyebrow rose, along with defiance. “I’ll make sure your skin is warm as you wiggle on my lap, begging for more. I’m going to wipe that sassy look right off your face, and you’ll admit that it’s my cock you crave the most.”

“That so?”

“Oh, it’s fucking so, Princess. You let that bunch of heathens take you at the same time.”

Fuck…my cheeks began to burn as visions from that night came racing back.

Nash pushed himself up, splayed his fingers over my stomach, and then slid his hand down between my legs.

“You think I didn’t notice the hickey on your neck that you tried to cover?”

I smirked. There was something entirely too satisfying about how Nash noticed things that made him jealous. Why I liked it…that I wasn’t going to analyze.

“You wet for me, Princess?” I didn’t respond. “Tell me,” he whispered in my ear.

I whimpered and stuttered, but no real words came out.

Nash chuckled darkly, his hand sliding up and dipping just under my waistband. He brushed the soft edge of lace before his fingers touched right where I was aching.

“Fuck… I can feel how wet you are through your panties.”

His fingers circled lazily, making my hips jerk.

“You’ve been dripping for me this whole time, haven’t you? All that attitude and anger got you hot. You don’t want to admit it, but here you are, clinging to me like you can’t breathe.”

“You’re cocky…an ass,” I said as best as I could and glared at him.

“You’re right, I am, but…” Pushing the damp material out of the way, he groaned as his finger teased its way inside of me. “You fucking love it.”

My eyes fluttered closed, and a moan tumbled from my lips.

Nash slid another finger in, and I couldn’t keep still. I pumped up with my hips, wanting more.

His voice was husky against my jaw. “Keep grinding on my hand, Princess. I want these jeans soaked before I take them off you.”

He curled his fingers just right, pulling a raspy gasp that betrayed every word I’d just said.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” Nash said.

I grabbed his face, kissing him hard and panting into his mouth. I was so close.

Nash rubbed against my leg, groaning. Unable to hold back any longer, I reached down and gripped him through his jeans.

“Fuck, yes,” Nash growled in my ear. “Touch me. I need to feel you,” he said.

Despite trembling, I managed to get his zipper down enough that I could get my hand inside the gap, and my fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Oh, fuck me.”

He flexed his hips and panted against my ear.

“Nash,” I moaned, so close to sweet release.

Knock, knock.

We froze and looked over. I was going to kill whoever that was.

“Ignore it, they’ll go away,” Nash said, working his fingers in and out of me.

Knock, knock, knock.

“I know you two are in there unless you’ve installed an escape hatch,” Liam said from the hallway.

“The door is locked for a reason,” Nash yelled.

“Yeah, well, the guards said that someone is downstairs, insisting they see you.”

“Tell them to fuck off,” Nash said.

“They told Marcus it was an emergency,” Liam called out.

“Fuck,” Nash grumbled and looked at me.

“Later,” I said, and kissed him softly. He swore a few more times as I slowly released my grip on his cock.

“Who is it?”

“He doesn’t know who she is,” Liam said.

Nash looked down at me, and I cocked an eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t know who it is. Fuck, I don’t want to leave this room, but…on second thought, I like you jealous.”

“Ass.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nash mumbled, and touched his forehead to mine. Giving me a quick kiss, he pulled his hand from my jeans. “Fine, tell them to bring whoever it is up, but be careful,” Nash yelled to Liam.

“You got it,” Liam said.

Staring into my eyes, he sucked his fingers into his mouth.

“That will have to tide me over until later. But I’m getting these jeans off you and my cock in you tonight. Then I’m not stopping until you can’t think straight.”

Nash stood like his word was final. Who was I kidding? I wanted him just as badly, but I glared at him nonetheless. He smiled and tossed me my shirt, then pulled on his hoodie and did up his jeans.

I smoothed my hair and made sure that I didn’t look too ravaged. Not that it mattered for the guys, but if this was someone important, like a council member, then I didn’t want to look like I’d been dragged behind a car on a windy day.

The guys were sitting around the living room eating when we joined them. Nash grabbed a drink while Myles held out a piece of pizza for me. My stomach growled in response. I’d just taken it from his hand when there was a knock.

“Come in,” Nash called out, and the door open.

Four guards marched a girl inside, and from one heartbeat to the next, our world was turned upside down all over again.

Nash’s drink fell from his hand, and the soda went everywhere. His eyes were wide, and his skin had lost all of its color.

“Hi, Nash.”

“Mya…” Nash whispered and stumbled back.