Chapter 25

Kimble

I exhaled a shaky breath as Kenzie’s words left me shell-shocked. If Talon wanted, he would have killed Kirk and no one would have questioned him, but he didn’t, because Jackie, my only friend in the pack, loved Kirk.

All the facts had always been there, hidden in plain sight, but it wasn’t until the fog cleared that I understood their significance. The realization washed over me like a warm tide, filling me with a sense of… love? The rebel in me mellowed as another layer peeled away and Talon’s real personality emerged.

With emotions swirling in my heart, I entered the meeting room where my eyes locked with Talon, seated at the head of the table. He pointed to an empty chair on his right for me to sit. Even though the room was full of people, my eyes held his gaze as I made my way over.

As soon as I sat in the chair, he held my hand over the table and intertwined our fingers. I noticed there was a bruise on his knuckles and a few blood drops caked on his shirt. When I took a closer look, I saw another bruise near his chin. Automatically, I tightened my grip on his hand.

“I’ve called you here to introduce you to the council members, Kimble,” he said firmly. When I nodded, he introduced me to everyone, and I looked at each of them with determination. Every person in the meeting looked warily at me, ready to disregard me at the drop of a hat, but Talon’s presence made them afraid. The meeting was over in less than half an hour, and I hurried back with him to the bedroom. “What’s the hurry?” he asked. “There are guests in the main hall.”

I clenched my jaw and dragged him up the stairs, to the bedroom, and closed the door. He raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Did you miss me?” he asked jokingly. Instead of answering him, I walked him to the bathroom.

“How did you get those bruises?” I asked, picking up his hands and examining them.

He studied me for a moment like I had grown two heads. Then he smirked and took his shirt off. When he turned, I saw another long bruise that stretched from his right shoulder, across his back, to his left hip. A shudder ran down my spine. It was like a claw had raked his skin. “Who did that to you?” I couldn’t keep myself from inspecting him closely as I ran my finger across his back. He froze on his spot and turned his head over his shoulder.

A moment later, he said, “Two rogues breached security and entered the pack. I chased them. It was a simple fight in which I killed them, but they were ferocious.”

My breath snagged in my chest as a tremble coursed through me. On instinct, I grabbed a towel from the stand, rinsed it with water, and ran it over his bruise.

“What are you doing?” he asked, as I sensed his bewilderment through my heart.

“Disinfecting you.”

“My wounds will heal in a few hours.”

“Well, we don’t want them infected, do we?” I said stubbornly.

He tipped his head up and turned to look at me, his eyes flashing amber. He curled his finger beneath my chin and lifted my face. “Your touch is sinful. I don’t want to frighten you, but if you continue, I’ll take you hard and won’t be able to stop myself.”

I turned and rushed out of the room, my breath coming in pants. He came after me, spun me and picked me up in his arms, my feet dangling in the air. With his eyes locked on mine, he slid a hand under my dress to cup my ass. I gasped, my shallow breaths sounding loud in the stillness of the room. He made me sit on the bed and crawled over me, making me scoot back. “Doesn’t your Goddess prohibit you from taking a human?”

“No, the Goddess says this pussy is mine. I claimed it and showed the proof of your virgin blood to everyone.” His fingers trailed up my trembling thighs. He ripped off my thong like it was paper, like he hated the layer of fabric between him and me. His finger landed on my core, which he started moving in circles. My core was so wet that I could feel it on his fingers. A moan escaped my traitorous throat as his fingers made my body taut, setting fire to my insides. My chest rose and fell, my head falling backward.

Then he slipped one finger inside my wet pussy, and I moaned again, my back arching off the bed, my pussy trying to take more of his digit. “Oh God!” I rasped. Our gazes locked and he saw what he was doing to me. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples hardened and, in desperation, I went boneless.

A few days back, I would have screamed at how unfair he was to take me. But now? I wanted to chase my orgasm, riding on his finger.

Suddenly he took his finger out, and I groaned in frustration. He flipped me on the bed so my face was on the mattress. He straddled me and I felt his hand moving down my back all the way to my ass, which he cupped and squeezed with his big hands.

“Oh, Goddess,” he hissed as if in pain. “You don’t know what you do to me.” He pulled at my dress and tore it off me, tossing it on the floor. I felt him let out a breath, and he ran his fingers up and down my back, my legs, his fingers gripping my thighs. He leaned down and sucked the skin of my ass and bit into me, making me shriek. Then he set himself between my thighs and gripped my waist, raising my ass in the air. He groaned as he stared at my wet pussy. He spread my thighs wider. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Kimble,” he breathed. “You’re mine,” he bit out, and before I knew it, he had brought his hand down on my ass cheek. I screamed as pain and pleasure hit me. Before I could even grasp the intensity of the sting, his mouth was on my core, lapping up my juices.

“Ah!” It was such a divine experience that I rolled my hips shamelessly for him to take more. I heard his deep groan as he tongue-fucked me. His finger rubbed my clit, pushing me over the edge. I cried, chasing my orgasm. The heat pooling in my belly was threatening to strike out. I was right there when all at once he pulled his mouth away. “Noo!” I cried, and he chuckled.

“So greedy.” I heard him unzipping his pants and taking his cock out. “Mine,” he growled as he stroked his cock and placed it at my weeping entrance.

Then he pushed his cock into me, his hands tight on my hips, pulling my body down so his big cock went deeper, inch by inch, into my pussy. With each inch he groaned, low and wild. And I knew that whatever control he was exercising over himself, he was about to let go. He yanked my hips back, impaling me on his cock.

“You can never get away from me.”

Thrust.

“I fought for you. I claimed you. I killed and wounded for you. And I will continue to kill for you, Kimble.”

“You.”

Thrust.

“Are.”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

Thrust.

With every savage thrust, my body was jolted forward, my hard and sensitive nipples dragging on the mattress. It was as if he was a blazing inferno, and every thrust was firing up my body. “Your pussy is heaven. It was made for me. See how perfectly we fit!” he snarled. He leaned forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. “I am your Alpha, your husband, and the only man who will touch you. I’m going to kill anyone who lays a finger on you.”

His breath got heavier as he tightened his hands on my ass. I yelped when he slammed harder inside me. “Come for me now, Kim!” he commanded. And in that instant, I felt the crown of his head expanding inside me. It was a knot. At first, it was just a slight stretch, but then his head swelled further. “Fuck!” he grated as if this was happening of its own accord. I tolerated the stretch until it grew so much that a scream ripped from my throat.

“You can take it, Kim,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice. “You can take my knot.” He got his hand to my clit and started circling it.

I don’t know why, but him knotting inside me was so erotic, mixed with the way his fingers skillfully worked over my clit, that my body gave in to the sensations and my pussy fluttered around his knot, telling him that I had come.

I felt his thighs tense and, with a roar, he spilled his seed inside me as my pussy clenched all around his cock, milking him.

When he had spilled every last drop of cum inside me, I thought he would pull out, but he wrapped my pale blonde hair in his fist and began moving again.

“I’m not on birth control,” I said in a raspy voice, my mouth dry from the euphoria I was riding.

“And you never shall be!” As if angered by his words, he began moving inside me. He bent over me and turned my face to him. His eyes were on me as he watched me, thrusting inside my core. I saw feral determination in him, like he hated the idea of birth control. His thrusts became slower, delicious. Soon, he was hard as granite again.

My cunt made a noise as his cum slipped out while he pounded inside me. The sound of our sexes slapping against each other, the smell of our sex mixed with sweat, and the way he kneaded my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples—it was all enough to drive me to the edge of a precipice.

“Come for me, Kimble!” he commanded again as he stared into my eyes, his own expression turning darker. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. He knotted inside me again, stretching the walls of my pussy.

The heat in my belly began to build, twisting harder and tighter. My eyes shut as another wave of pleasure rolled through me. “Open your eyes,” he growled, and I opened them. He pulled my head up by my hair, his eyes on my face, wanting to see how I looked when my orgasm hit.

“Yes,” he growled in my ear.

Like an asp, the heat inside my belly lashed out, and I screamed as my core clenched around his cock, spasming around him. Stars burst into my vision as wave after wave of pleasure filled me. He let out a roar of triumph and shot his load inside me.

Talon waited for his knot to disappear before pulling out and then flipped me onto my back. My legs were either side of him as he stared at my pussy, where his cum was dripping. He brought his fingers to it and started stashing it all back inside me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, breathless.

“Making sure all my seeds stay inside you,” he replied as his brows furrowed in concentration.

My eyes widened. He wanted me pregnant.

“And barefoot,” he replied as if knowing my thoughts. He looked at me with a smirk. “In my home.”