Chapter 44
Chapter 44
Chapter Forty-Four
Wrapping a towel around my hips, I pulled the door open. Ready to fight whoever had broken into my hotel room and find out how they knew Sarah? Why they smelled like her?
I took a deep breath, breathing in that delicious scent, my eyes scanning the dark room. Stopping on the shadowy figure that sat in the corner, his glowing gaze met mine and the world seemed to stop.
“Who are you?” I asked.
A smile played across his lips. He steepled his fingers underneath his chin. Leaning back in the chair as his eyes moved down my body, taking in the water dripping from my flesh.
I took the time to study him while he was looking at me. His body was lithe yet tight, dark hair tucked behind his ears that begged to be tugged at. When my gaze met his I felt dizzy. I didn’t know if it was from the heat that I saw in his eyes or the arousal that I felt at being so close to him.
All I could think about was pinning him beneath me, feeling the hard lines of his body squirming beneath mine. Would those dark eyes glow as he fought me for control?
“Kane.” He answered, “Dom?”
“In the flesh.”
“Mmm, what nice flesh it is.” He purred out and I felt my cock grow half hard. “I’m not here about that.”
“Then what are you here for?”
“My mate.” He said in that same purring voice. My wolf was on edge. He wanted to claim this man, just as he’d wanted to claim Sarah. I didn’t know how I felt about that. I’d never been with a man before, but something about him filled me with longing. With need to claim and be claimed.
“Who is your mate?” I asked, not wanting to hear his answer. My wolf knew, but I didn’t want to admit that another could claim what was mine.
“Besides you?” He asked, shifting in his seat. A smirk pulled at his lips and I wanted to go to him, to see if he’d still be smirking if I tangled my fingers in his hair. Pulling him up against my body, he wasn’t wrong, my wolf was drawn to him. I was drawn to him.
“Yeah.” I growled, the word hanging in the air that was so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife. I didn’t like that he had a mate or that he smelled like Sarah. What was he doing touching her if he already had a mate? Unless she was his mate, I stepped closer to him and he pushed himself to stand. He wasn’t as tall as me, but his shirt clung to his chest in a way that made my stomach do a little jump. I wondered what he’d look like naked.
His body tied to the bed as I took my time teasing and tasting him as I had her. Would he moan, beg me for more?
“Careful my wolf.” He said, his gait a rolling prowl. “You may not be able to handle a dragon.” Kane stopped in front of me, careful not to touch me. I wanted him to touch me, to see how those long fingers would look trailing down my stomach.
I sucked in a breath, breathing in the scent of him. The smell of Sarah wasn’t just clinging to his skin like they’d fucked. It was inside of him, he’d claimed her. He had claimed what was mine. A growl ripped from my lips and my hand shot out.
His forearm came up, blocking the punch as he pressed his body against mine. I felt shocks reverberate through me. His hand moved around my waist, pulling my body flush against his. “Sure you want to play with me?”
“You claimed my mate.”
“Your mate?” He looked down at my body and I went from half hard to fully erect. Kane looked at me through lowered lashes. His tongue darting out to move over his lower lip. “You mean my mate.”
“Fuck.” Growling, I tangled my fingers in his hair, pressing my lips to his. He smiled, his own growl hitting my ears, making my toes curl into the plush carpet. It was different from kissing Sarah, I could taste her but I could taste him too. Fire and mixed with that sweet smell of green tea and vanilla.
He let me take control of the kiss and I took my time tasting his lips. Teasing him with gentle presses, building the heat between us until I could take it no more.
His lips parted and I pressed my tongue against his. Moaning low in the back of my throat as he fought me once again. I gave just as hard as I got until he chuckled low in the back of his throat. A dark sound that I wanted to hear again and again. His hand moved to the front of my towel, touching me through the soft damp material. Pulling my lips away from his, I took a shaking breath.
“Sarah is mine.” He said, nipping his way along my jaw until he nibbled at my Adam’s apple, his hand gripping my cock. Nodding, I moved my hand over his, working his hand over my shaft.
“She’s mine.”
“I didn’t say she wasn’t, Dom.” The way my name sounded from his lips made my dick twitch. “If you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.”
My cock jumped at his promise or was it a threat. He let out another dark laugh, his lips tilting up into a smile that promised me so many things that I wanted to experience. “Naughty boy, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I let go of his hand and walked him backwards until his back touched the wall. His hand moved to my hips, undoing the towel and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes not breaking with mine as he issued a silent challenge. I pinned his hands against the wall and he leaned forward, placing his lips against the spot where I knew he would claim me.