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His lips cover mine, and everything inside me goes quiet.

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Kain’s tongue shoves into my mouth, thick and wet and minty from toothpaste, and my brain whites out so hard I forget my own name.

The tip of his tongue drags over mine, and I whimper into his mouth, the sound high and needy.

After three days of self-imposed exile, three days of scrubbing myself clean of his scent and sleeping alone and keeping my hands to myself, the sudden perfection of Kain’s mouth on mine sends my hips squirming on the bathroom counter. The quartz is cold under my thighs, but the heat building inside me blazes so hot the chill doesn’t register.

My hands grab his bare shoulders, and I hang on for dear life as my bones melt as if his kiss nuked all my willpower in one go.

Which it did.

When I sag forward into Kain, he sucks in a breath, his body tensing.

Oh, no. His ribs.

I start to pull away, but his hand clamps around the back of my neck, holding me in place. He licks into my mouth, taking what he wants, and I suck on his tongue like it’s the only thing keeping me from dying of thirst.

He breaks the kiss, ignoring my protest, and his thumb brushes over my lower lip, sticky with spit. “Say you want this. Say you want my mouth.”

The order lodges somewhere between my ribs. It’s not an Alpha Command. Kain would never use one of those on me.

But I obey anyway, because it’s the fastest way to get him to kiss me again. “I want your mouth.”

“Good bunny.” His fingers grip my chin, tipping my head up, and then his mouth crashes back onto mine, and holy shit.

This kiss is all teeth, hungry and scraping my lips. His tongue shoves so deep I gag on it, spit spilling down my chin because I can’t swallow fast enough.

Kain bites my lower lip hard enough for copper to flood my mouth, and he doesn’t stop to apologize. Instead, he sucks the sting away with a rough, wet pull that leaves me panting.

I should hate this. I should hate the aggression, the possessive way his hands dig into my hips, the way he growls into my mouth as if a feral beast has woken up inside him.

But I don’t hate it.

I fucking love it.

His hands drag down the front of my hoodie, gripping the hem, and he yanks it up. The fabric peels over my head in one rough pull, taking my glasses with it. The world goes blurry, and I blink, trying to clear my vision, but Kain’s already shoving my T-shirt up my chest. I lift my arms, and he strips it off me, too, throwing it to the floor.

The second my shirt is gone, his bare chest meets mine, skin to skin, but the dark bruising along his ribs keeps flashing through my blurry vision. I try to shift away from that side, to avoid causing him pain, but Kain’s hand locks around my hip and pulls me right back.

Then his mouth drops to my throat. I gasp as his teeth scrape the sensitive skin under my jaw. He sucks a hard, stinging bruise into my flesh before he even lifts his head, a mark that’ll last for days. His tongue licks a wet trail down to my collarbone, then lower, tracing the line of my sternum.

The cool bathroom air tightens my nipples into hard peaks, and when his mouth closes around the left one, the high, broken, desperate sound that leaves my lips bounces off the tiles.

He sucks hard, his tongue flicking the peak, and my back arches. My untouched dick strains inside my sweatpants, hard and aching, while pre-cum oozes from the tip to darken the fabric. More sticky fluid oozes out from my entrance, soaking through to the counter.

Kain growls against my chest, the vibration buzzing through my ribs. “If you’re going into Heat, I will be your partner. Every. Single. Time.”

His mouth moves to my right nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and I hiss.

“If I’d known you planned to go independent,” he continues, his breath hot over my spit-slickened skin, “I would have locked you down years ago instead of being patient.”

I squirm, my hands finding his hair, and I grip the dark waves, needing something to hold on to.

Kain flinches, barely more than a tightening around his lips, and I release his hair.

Right. Head injury.