12. Chapter 10

While I was joking about going to dinner being a date, it actually turned into one. Jackson and I sat there talking, like normal people. Well, almost normal, since we constantly threw out challenges to each other, from who could eat more to who could finish their soda the fastest to who could shove the most food into their mouth at once, even throwing in the occasional insult and tons of curses.

But that's just us.

Even better is that instead of fighting, we ended up laughing. Okay, not better since he ended up in pain. It's just nice to see we have a connection.

"Told you to fucking run." He growls the moment we step into the lobby.

After we left, Jackson started teasing about hunting me. But it became more serious the closer we got to the hotel, his eyes changing to dark and hungry.

I let out a long-suffering sigh, trying to ignore the way my cock twitches in my jeans. "Chasing after me is the last thing you should be doing right now."

He just shoves his keycard into my palm, then gives me a rough push, his lip curling up into a snarl that sends heat rushing south.

"Run." The word is a deep, guttural command, his eyes flashing with primal need.

I swallow hard, adjusting myself as subtly as I can. This is a bad idea. He"s in no condition to be exerting himself like this, even if the Motrin alleviated some of his pain.

But the wanton desperation in his gaze, the raw desire . . . it calls to something deep inside, something wild and reckless and so damn eager to submit to.

So I turn on my heel and take off, my heart hammering against my ribs as his footsteps pound behind me.

God, what is it about being hunted by Jackson that gets me so hot?

It shouldn"t turn me on like this, shouldn"t make my blood sing with adrenaline and arousal. But the thought of him catching me, claiming me, marking me as his . . . it"s the most intoxicating thing I"ve ever felt.

I risk a glance over my shoulder and nearly stumble at the intensity in his eyes, the predatory curl of his lips. He looks like a man possessed, like a rabid beast ready to devour me whole.

And fuck, do I love it.

I slow my pace just a fraction, letting him gain ground as we round the corner toward the elevators. They're so tantalizingly close, but I know better than to wait for one. Instead, I burst through the door to the stairwell and take the steps two at a time.

One more dumb move considering my team has another game to play.

By the time I reach Jackson's floor, my lungs are screaming for air and my skin is slick with sweat. I burst through the door, expecting to have a few seconds" head start . . . But he"s already there, lounging against the wall like he hasn"t just sprinted up six flights. The bastard must"ve caught the elevator, the one I foolishly bypassed.

He smirks at me, giving a mocking little wave before launching himself forward. I fumble with the keycard, but by some miracle it works on the first try. I fling the door open and dart inside, leaving it wide for him to follow.

The moment the door slams shut behind us, Jackson is on me. His hands fist my sweatshirt while mine coil into his thick chestnut hair as our mouths crash together.

The kiss is brutal, all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger. He bites at my lips even as his fingers work at the fly of my jeans, his movements rough and graceless.

"You slowed down, fuckface," he rasps, nipping at my jaw. "You"ll pay for that."

I groan, my own hands scrabbling at his clothes with far more finesse. "I want to feel you inside me, asshole. Not ride in the back of an ambulance because you pushed too hard."

He grabs my cock through my boxers, squeezing hard enough to make me see stars. "Damn, Kill. You really like being hunted. Look how much you"re leaking."

I can"t help the needy whine that escapes me, my hips bucking into his touch. He"s right, I"m already shamefully wet, the fabric of my underwear clinging obscenely to the head of my dick.

"Moaning like a starved slut already?" He chuckles darkly, his hand working me with ruthless efficiency. "So desperate for me. Don"t worry, I remember the way you fucked me. Time to return the favor. Make you my bitch."

The filthy words send a bolt of pure want straight to my cock, and I damn near come on the spot. I"ve never been so turned on in my life, never felt so utterly consumed by need.

"Strip and get on the bed, face down, and put that gorgeous ass I'm about to wreck up in the air."

I scramble to obey, nearly tripping over my feet in my haste to shed my clothes.

By the time I"m naked and positioned on the bed, my chest pressed to the mattress and my ass hitched high, I"m shaking and my cock hangs heavy between my legs, dripping steadily onto the sheets.

The crinkle of a pharmacy bag draws my attention, and I glance back to see Jackson rummaging through it before tossing it aside, a bottle of lube and some condoms in his hand. He drops them on the bed beside me, his eyes glinting with dark promise.

"Time to teach you not to treat me with care. Remind you I'm a fucking Titan, injured or not." His palm cracks across my ass without warning, hard and unforgiving.

I grunt and look over my shoulder just as the next strike lands. "What the fu—"

"Face forward before I use my belt."

I blink at least fifty times. Or so I think. It's a lot because I'm having difficulty processing what he just said. When I don't move, he lands another searing smack to my rear, the pain of it zinging straight to my cock.

"You want the belt, Kill?"

Do I?

I swallow hard, my mouth gone dry. The thought of it, of being at his mercy like that . . . my body trembles.

"I'm . . . curious," I say, the words a little more than a croak.

His grin is sharp and wicked, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "I"ve used it on girls before so I know what I"m doing. Just tell me to stop if it"s not for you."

Something hot and ugly rears its head in my chest, my vision flashing red at the thought of him with someone else, of his hands, his lips, his body bringing pleasure to anyone but me. "Go near another pussy or cock and I'll rip that person's head off and put their skull on a pike outside your dorm."

His mouth falls open, eyes widening for a brief second before a full-on smile spreads across his face. "That is the most threatening way I've ever been made happy. You know, maybe I should—"

"Try me, motherfucker."

He snickers, staring right into my eyes. "You could just ask to be my boyfriend, asshole."

My mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Is that what I want? Jackson's the second person to mention it.

But I don"t have time to dwell on it, because Jackson pulls away then crosses the room to rifle through his suitcase. When he comes back, there"s a leather belt dangling from his fist, silver buckle gleaming in the low light.

My cock jerks at the sight, a fresh bead of precum welling at the tip. Jackson notices, of course he does, and his grin turns feral.

"I"d say you"re more than a little curious, Kill." He trails the smooth leather over the curve of my ass. "That"s a steady stream you"re drooling there. Fucking slut for it already, aren"t you?"

I can only whimper, my back arching as much as it can, my ass in the air as an offering. I"ve never been so turned on, so desperate to be used.

Holding the buckle in the palm of his hand, he pulls back his arm halfway before letting it fly. The leather wraps around the swell of my cheeks with a delicious, searing bolt of pain.

"Fuck!" My fingers scramble at the sheets as he rains down blow after blow, layering the hurt until my entire world narrows to the white-hot sting of it. "Oh, God."

He works me over with brutal efficiency, the belt licking fire across my skin until I"m writhing and reduced to nothing but sensation. The pain and the pleasure mixing together, feeding off each other until I"m drunk with it, mindless and pliant.

"Jackson," I choke out, my voice cracking on a moan. "Please. . ."

"Keep saying my name like that." He tosses the belt aside to grip my reddened cheeks with greedy hands. "And I"ll fuck you till you scream it."

He spreads me open, baring my hole to his hungry gaze.

I feel exposed, vulnerable in a way I never have before. But God, the heat of his breath ghosting over my sensitive skin . . . it makes me shake and clench, makes me want in a way I can"t even name.

"Look at you," he murmurs, trailing a finger over my twitching rim. "So pretty here, all pink and untouched. Fucking mouthwatering. I wanna taste you, Kill. Wanna see how deep I can get my tongue into this tight little hole."

I keen high in my throat, my hips canting back in shameless offering. "Please. Please, I need it. I need you. Please just—"

The first swipe of his tongue punches the air from my lungs, my eyes rolling back in my head at the slick, filthy sensation. He licks over my hole again and again, laving and sucking and stroking until I"m a babbling, incoherent mess.

"You taste and smell like heaven." He points his tongue, then pushes inside, breaching me with velvety, wet heat, and I nearly fly out of my skin.

It"s too much yet not enough all at once, a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

"Jackson. Oh, fuck. Don't stop. Fuck fuck fuck—"

He growls against me, the vibrations making me clench and shudder. He grips my cheeks hard and spreads them wider, fucking his tongue deeper, harder, sloppy and obscene.

"Ride my face. Take what you need."

I sob and rock back onto him, letting him hold me open and plunder me with single-minded focus. Every stroke of his tongue lights me up from the inside, stoking the fire in my gut until I"m sure I"ll combust with the force of it.

He rakes his teeth over my hole, sucking at it before diving inside once more, following that up by a sharp smack that makes my legs shake. "Need to fill you until you drip with my cum. You're mine, Killian. I want everyone knowing how thoroughly I fucked you. I want them to smell it on you."

He pulls away, my hole clenching around nothing. I crane my neck to look back at him, a needy whine escaping my throat at the sight that greets me.

He"s standing at the foot of the bed, slowly undressing. My gaze roams over his body, drinking in every detail—the defined ridges of his abs, the broad expanse of his chest, the powerful curves of his biceps, and those thick, muscular thighs.

But it"s the marks I"ve left that make my breath catch. The bruises and scratches, the imprints of my teeth on his skin. Proof that he"s mine, that I"ve claimed him.

When my eyes finally drift lower, to the hard, flushed jut of his cock, I can"t bite back the moan that rises in my throat. Jackson smirks, slow and filthy as he reaches for the bottle of lube, slicking his fingers with deliberate, obscene motions. "Don't worry. I'm gonna give this needy hole what it wants. Gonna stuff you full and make you mine."

Two slicked up fingers force their way inside my body and I yell, so worked up I can't contain it even if I wanted, which I don't. He pumps into me hard and fast, crooking his fingers just right to nail my prostate with every thrust.

"Please, Jackson, I can"t . . . I need. . ."

Jackson chuckles, then sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of my ass, biting down and sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. "This is mine. It belongs to me."

He does it again on the other cheek and I clench around his fingers as he works me open, stretching and scissoring until I"m loose and wet and aching for more.

I look back at him when he withdraws his fingers, my mouth opening to say . . . something, anything. But the words stick in my throat as I catch the furrow of his brows, the tightness around his eyes. The barely-there flinch as he shifts his weight, his ribs no doubt screaming in protest.

"Jackson—"

"Shut it." He slides his hard cock between my ass cheeks, slicking it up with the lube and saliva already there. "I need this."

I do too.

All of it.

So when he twists to pick up the condoms, I smack them off the bed. "Take me, Jackson. All of me."

"You sure?"

I nod.

With a low, rumbling growl, he drives forward, breaching me in one long, relentless stroke and I swear I feel it in my fucking soul. It hurts, the stretch and burn almost too much to take.

"God, fuck, Kill. So good. Perfect fit for me. My cock belongs inside you."

He grips the back of my neck, pinning me down as he ruts into me, not waiting for me to adjust. Each thrust of his hips rocks me forward on the bed. Tears spring to my eyes, blurring my vision, but I don"t care.

Because he's fucking me like the brutal Titan he is, owning me, staking his claim.

I can"t stop the broken noises that spill from my lips, the choked-off sobs and wordless pleas as I push back to meet his thrusts, my hips rolling in desperate little figure eights, trying to pull him deeper.

"That's it. Ride my dick. Ride it like it belongs to you because it does."

He wraps a hand around my aching length and jerks me in time with his targeted thrusts until it feels like a spring tightening inside me. "Harder. Oh, fuck. Harder, please."

His fist tugs at my piercings in a way that makes my eyes roll back. My body erratically pushes back into him before thrusting forward into his hand over and over until I'm a sweaty, writhing mess.

"Look at you riding my dick like a fucking king. Come on it, Killian. Show me how much you need it, how desperate you are for me to fill this sweet hole."

I shatter with a hoarse cry, my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. Jackson fucks me through it, milking every drop from my cock as I spill over his fist and onto the sheets.

He leans over me, hips working in short, frantic bursts, and sinks his teeth into the back of my neck as he buries himself to the hilt.

I feel the hot rush of his release, the twitch and pulse of his cock as he empties himself inside me. It seems to go on forever, each feral grunt and snarl sending aftershocks racing down my spine.

Finally, he collapses on top of me, his breath gusting hot and damp against my ear. We lay like that for long minutes, trembling and gasping, our sweat-slick skin sticking together.

When he pulls out, I can"t bite back my whimper at the loss. He rolls to the side with a groan, flopping onto his back, and I realize for the first time how pale he is beneath his flush.

"You were right. I shouldn"t have—"

"No shit," I snap, taking in his still paling complexion. I want to smack him, punch him, knock some sense into him. "You"re not fucking invincible, Jackson."

"Says who?" He reaches for my hand, then laces our fingers together. "Besides, it was worth it."

I roll my eyes as I get off the bed. My ass throbs with every movement, the skin hot and tender, but it"s a good ache. In the bathroom, I clean myself up, even pushing some of his cum back inside me.

Then I grab a washcloth and bring it back to the bed.

Jackson watches me through heavy-lidded eyes as I wipe the sweat and lube from his skin. I sort of like taking care of him. I mean, it's just post sex cleanup. But I feel . . . needed by him. "About your earlier comment, I think I'd like that."

He quirks a brow, a slow smile tugging at his lips. "And which comment would that be?"

"You know which one, asshole."

"Falling in love with me already?" He bats his eyes and plasters on a big grin.

"Maybe." Figured my response would shut him up, throw him off. Bet he figured I'd backpedal.

What I don't expect is for his cheeks to turn bright red as he smiles so wide, as if I've just handed him the moon. It does something to my insides, and when he lifts up onto his elbows and kisses me, I'm done for.

"Killian Blackwell, like you ever had a choice in being anything other than mine."

I give him the finger. "You"re such a cocky bastard. And by the way, my mom already called you my boyfriend anyway, which means I'm not yours. You're mine."

His eyes widen, mouth fully agape. "You told your mom about me?"

"Uh, yeah. She wants to meet you."

"You"re going to kill me," he mumbles, pulling me back into bed, his hands sliding down to grab my ass, possessive and sure, and the ache of it makes me shiver. "I hope you know that."

I grin, nipping at his bottom lip. "Well, yeah. It's been written in the stars since the day we were probably born. Definitely since the day I kicked your ass at camp back when we were ten."

"In your dreams, fuckface. Everyone knows I won that fight." He looks down at my neck. "Your teammates ask about the bruising?"

"Not outright." Raiyne's been the most curious, especially since I've been disappearing.

Trembley too.

Both of them have made passing comments about me hooking up with an aggressive girl, and I haven't bothered to correct them. Not that it's about being a guy. It's just because it's Jackson.

It certainly doesn't help that we're playing against each other tomorrow. The winner will move on to the semi-finals. The loser's season comes to an end. And I won't be taking it easy on the asshole.

It's not who we are.

But once playoffs are over, I don't have to hide who I've fallen in love with. I'm not sure how my friends will feel about it, but maybe it won't be such a big deal if we win.

Either way, I'll come out winning something, and I can't help but be happy about it.

"Between the two of us, we've given each other more bruises in the past few days than in the years we spent fighting. Guess we've always been marking one another, just never realized it."

Jackson playfully punches me in the dick. "Like you said, asshole, it was written in the stars."