32. Kali

"Don't do this," I cried, letting my voice catch. Yet, at the same time, I ground my ass against him, letting my actions speak for me. He wanted me to put on a show for Amaros, so I would. I was still enraged enough that I didn't have to fake much of it. But since I believed Zan was doing this for me, I didn't want him thinking he was doing this against my will. I was fully willing, since I trusted him. And I only hoped it wasn't a mistake to do that.

"You'll enjoy it, I promise." There was that word again. Promise. I tensed a little at that. This entire situation was so messed up. Three months ago, I never would have guessed that my life would lead me here. Sleeping with a Kane vampire. And wanting it.

I fought against him, and I managed to turn in his hold until I was facing him. He shuffled around, keeping me in his hold easily, despite my struggles. His back was to the pool, and I shoved my body against him as I hooked my foot behind his leg. He let out a yell as he fell back, and he took me with him. He hit the water first, dragging me underwater with him. The water was cool, refreshing after all that running. I held my breath until Zan kicked off the bottom, bringing us back to the surface.

I blinked my eyes open, pushing my wet hair out of my face. My toes barely reached, and I kicked to stay above the surface. Zan wasn't holding me anymore. He was too busy literally ripping my clothes off. He tore my shirt in half, and I swung my eyes around, my face getting hot.

"No one will come in here," he answered my silent worry. "Only I get to see you like this."

"You don't own me," I sneered, attempting to swim away from him.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and tugged them down, taking me back underwater. I flailed my arms, pushing myself back to the surface, spitting out the water I'd swallowed.

"You are mine," he growled, grabbing my hips to keep me still. "Do you need a reminder?"

My heart skipped. Those possessive words weren't for Amaros to hear. They were the truth. He'd made it crystal clear since the beginning that he wanted me as only his.

Keeping me in his hold, Zan swam to the other side of the pool where there was a ledge, and he set me on it. Most of my body was still under water, but the tops of my breasts had goose bumps rising from being in the cold air. When he moved to untie my boots, I kicked out at him, but even when my foot connected with his ribs, he didn't flinch.

"Am I taking another first?" His eyes raised, meeting mine as he slid my boots off. "Have you ever been fucked in a pool before?"

I did my best to glare at him, but it lacked vigor when his fingers trailed up my inner thigh while he tugged my water-logged leggings off the rest of the way with his other hand. All I had on was my panties, and I had a feeling those weren't going to stay on much longer.

"I can hear your heartbeat," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my chest. "Spew all those hateful words. Your body is telling me exactly what you want."

"I'll never want this," I spat out, trying to climb out of the pool. He caught my ankle and dragged me back until I was sitting back on the ledge.

"Let me distract you. I want you to scream while I'm tasting you."

With those words, his hand dropped underwater, and he pulled my panties off. Along with the pad I was wearing.

"Zan," I choked out, my face getting hot. "I'm bleeding?—"

"Oh, Kali." His voice was thick with sin. "Have you forgotten what I am? I can eat both of my favorite things at the same time."

His head disappeared under the water, and he wrapped his arms around my thighs, placing me right at the edge of the ledge until my ass was nearly hanging off. I squirmed futilely in his hold, letting out a yelp when he latched on to my clit. Being underwater made it a different feeling entirely. He swirled his tongue while sucking hard, and I bucked against him, slamming my teeth together. I didn't want his asshole father hearing my pleasure. But if Zan kept working his magic tongue, I wasn't going to last long.

He slid his tongue from my clit to my entrance, pushing his tongue inside me. My pulse thrashed. He gave no fucks that I was on my period. He withdrew his tongue, only to plunge it back inside me again. How long could he stay underwater?

He returned his attention to my clit, and I leaned back on my elbows, attempting to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. Water splashed around me, but he didn't let me move far. A whimper escaped me when he grazed his teeth against me before flicking his tongue again. He sucked and teased until I was writhing. I let out a cry, my legs trembling as I squeezed the sides of his head. Every nerve ending was on fire as he coaxed me to the edge.

My chest heaved, and I fought the impending climax. I wanted it. I didn't want Amaros to witness this. I was positive he was somewhere listening. That reminder made me lose the momentum, and Zan seemed to notice. Letting go of one of my legs, he pushed two fingers into my pussy. Between his mouth and fingers, I was a goner.

A scream tore from me as ecstasy washed over me. My pussy clenched around his fingers as I came, and he didn't stop, keeping his pace as I rode out the pleasure. By the time he emerged from the water, I was still lightheaded from my orgasm. He wasn't even winded from being underwater for so long.

"So fucking good," he muttered, releasing my other leg. "I could do that all fucking night."

Before he could get me firmly in his grip, I managed to tug free. I kicked off the ledge, swimming away.

"We're not done." He snagged my wrist, easily pulling me into his chest. "You're stronger. I guess those training sessions are helping. But you can't fight me off, Kali."

"Don't," I screamed as he pushed me against the wall of the pool. "I don't want this. I don't want to get pregnant. Especially by you. A fucking Kane."

My words sounded like genuine hate. And Zan paused slightly, doubt darkening his green eyes, making my heart swell. Another sign that he was being honest with me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, proving that I was trusting him. His lips tipped up, catching on to my silent words. I was playing along in case any vampire was listening.

"This was the plan the second I locked that necklace on you," he murmured, reaching down between us. "Accept it."

Another lie. He thought I was a vampire when we met. But it made me even more confident that he was doing this for me. Not for his father.

He guided the tip of his cock to my entrance, and he slowly pushed himself inside me. I sucked in a breath, pleasure building back up as he filled me. He let out a groan, his arm staying locked around my waist as he pulled out before slamming back into me. The water splashed around us, and my back was scraping against the cement of the pool ledge, but that was a distant thought as he thrust again.

I choked back a moan when he bent his knees, hitting me at a new angle. My nails clawed his back as he fucked me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, letting the pleasure invade all my senses.

"Look at me," he ordered roughly.

Defiance tingled through me, and I didn't listen, keeping my eyes firmly closed. Until his hand dropped between us, and he pinched my already sensitive clit. I whimpered, my body jolting at the sudden pain. But it was a good kind of pain. It melted with the heated pleasure that was consuming me.

"Open your eyes," he ordered as he plunged back inside me. "Now, Kali."

I let my eyelids flutter open, and he grinned in approval before circling my clit with his finger without changing his pace.

"I want another one," he rasped. "Scream for me."

"Fuck you," I breathed out, knowing I had to keep up the angry front. "You're getting what you want."

"I want you to come again."

He had me at his mercy, with me trapped between the wall and his body. My arms were free, but I couldn't fight him right now. I was wavering too close to the edge. He seemed to know that. Withdrawing his fingers from my clit, he moved on to my nipples. I let out a ragged breath, throwing my head back as he pulled and teased my nipples. He took advantage of my exposed throat, kissing and sucking on my skin as my pussy clenched around his cock.

"Fuck," I screamed.

"Yes," he muttered between kisses. "Show me how much you love when I'm buried inside you."

I didn't have a chance to argue with him before I shattered again. My hands were on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. Waves of pleasure gripped me, but even through the haze of it all, I felt Zan tense up, which meant he was close to his own release. A slice of unease cut through me. This was it. The moment I'd see if my trust in him was right.

A few seconds later, he pulled out of me before he let out a groan as he came. Relief flooded me, and it was almost better than my orgasms.

He pulled out. Proving he'd done this for me. He wasn't trying to get me pregnant. Before I knew what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He brushed a quick kiss over my forehead, both of us still breathing hard.

But my happiness faded in an instant when my eyes darted to the wall of windows. Right outside, Amaros was staring straight at us.

And he looked anything but happy.