Chapter 49 WORDS OF HURT AND ANGER (2)
GALLAHAN'S POV
But I wasn’t fazed. Not at all. I could easily outmaneuver her and flip the odds to my favor. So in the meantime, my hands remained still on my sides, allowing her to continue dominating me.
“Woah, there. Did I strike a nerve?” I asked, clearly trying to add fuel to her fire.
My attempt seemed to have succeeded because I was able to pull out a throaty snarl from her.
“You dare threaten me in my own territory?”
Her display of ferocity seemed to have a direct line to my cock, because it traitorously stirred to life, twitching inside my pants.
And despite my fury towards her and the hurt that still throbbed in my chest, I wanted nothing more in that moment other than for her to show me just how strong she truly was.
A part of me also wanted to see her feeble defenses, which were made of nothing but lies, crumble beneath my feet. I wanted her tongue to slip and unwittingly admit the truth about us, about our children.
So I goaded, saying, “Only because you dare to hide my rightful heirs. Give me my children and you can keep the peace you cherish so much.”
She bared her fangs at me, snarling and tightening her grip on my neck.
I let out a choked laugh as another bout of desire burst in my veins, rushing straight to my hardening dick.
“Do not try me, Mr. Wick,” she whispered menacingly. “I had defied you and your father once in your crusade against innocent humans. I have fought in the war against your Culling Army. I have eluded you for six long years. You cannot touch me and my family.”
“And if I do?” I said tauntingly with a smirk on my lips, as if I wasn’t being asphyxiated at the moment. “What if I dare to touch you and your family?”
I didn’t know how it was possible, but her eyes glowed brighter in rage. She closed in on me even further and pressed me harder against the tall hedge. Then with her nose brushing against mine, she threatened, “There will be hell to pay.”
Her deadly grip had tightened when she spoke, making it a lot harder for my words to get past my throat. But I was nothing but stubborn. So I managed to whisper, “Isn’t your rejection hell enough, Miss Alfiero?”
“No. I will personally tear you limb by limb, Mr. Wick. So tread carefully, or you will find out the hard way that I am not someone to be trifled with.”
She glared at me with eyes that promised the veracity and weight of her threat.
But fucking hell. It was a glare that snapped the last vestiges of my restraint.
With one small move of my head, my lips found hers, just as my hands held her by her hips, pulling her body close to mine until she could feel the hard arousal she had triggered.
She let out a strangled gasp, which I eagerly swallowed, while her sharp nails accidentally scratched my neck.
“Willa,” I sighed into her mouth. “My Willa.”
I knew she didn’t have better self-restraint than me, because she didn’t even make an attempt to stop me. In fact, it only took her a couple of seconds before she succumbed to the kiss, letting me explore the mouth I had been deprived of for six long years.
This limbo between us, filled with hostility, unexpressed yearning, pent up sexual and emotional frustration… It was probably toxic, but damn, it was so addicting.
“Willa,” I moaned against her lips as she provided friction against the hardness inside my pants. “Fuck, so good, sweetheart.”
She grinded against me again, sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine and lighting my entire body on fire.
“Fuck you,” she murmured, but her voice had already lost any bite.
“Sorry, but I do the fucking, sweetheart.”
Before I could swoop in and have another taste of Willa’s lips, a voice called for her.
“Willa! Is that you?”
The owner of the voice broke the magic of the moment and reminded Willa of who exactly she had just kissed. She blinked and practically jumped out of my hold, putting a great distance between us.
It left me feeling completely bereft and oddly cold.
“Lewis, it’s me. But don’t come here. I’ll go to you instead,” Willa responded loudly as she retracted her claws.
But despite her instructions, a tall and broad man rounded a corner, joining our company.
I almost scoffed in disbelief as he rushed to Willa and fussed over her, completely ignoring me.
“Let’s go, Lewis,” Willa said, tugging at him quite urgently.
One whiff of the man’s scent had me knowing just why.
He was a fucking human.