7~LOST CONTROL

KNIGHT

Her voice rang in my head, clear and soft angelic, even. It shouldn’t have shaken me like that, but it did.

And somehow, weirdly, that single sound calmed the beast inside of me. It felt like music that I wanted to get addicted to.

“You finally speak…” I muttered, my hands pressing against her waist. She tried to avoid my gaze but I didn't give a damn, I only wanted to hear that angelic voice again.

I pulled her closer, not minding that she was half-naked, the towel barely holding on to her body.

Her skin burned against mine, and my body responded like it had a mind of its own.

I have never felt like this, calm and reckless in the same breath. Hungry, yet full of rage, and to top it all my beast is on the same page as me right now, none of us clashing with one another.

“Per..” Her voice tried to shape those rude words, but it broke halfway. She still hasn't regained her voice so it was still hard for her.

Still, I drowned in the scent of her.

My hand moved up, fingers gently wrapping around her throat not too tight, just enough to feel her pulse racing beneath my palm.

“Speak,” I whispered darkly. “Or I swear, I will lose control right here.”

She struggled under me, putting my chest repeatedly with her left hand to let me while her other hand gripped the towel tightly, shielding herself from going fully naked, but the scent of her was overwhelming.

I dropped my head, pressing my lips to her neck, inhaling her like a man starved. Her boobs pressed against my chest, and I clenched my jaw, forcing back the growl that threatened to rip from me.

“Speak,” I breathed against her skin. “And I will let you go.”

I raised my head, met her eyes, and saw the storm behind them. Her lips parted trying to say something but I couldn’t wait.

“You won’t…” I whispered. “You won’t say it, will you?”

My roof this time around clawed at my skin, desperate to mark her, claim her. That was it I was losing control, I locked my lips with her.

I kissed deeply, hungrily, like I could devour the pain out of her. My hands roamed down her waist, stopping only when I felt her tremble from heat.

I am losing it…” I murmured, forehead pressed to hers. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her hand reached up slowly, touched my face… and I froze. That single touch was everything.

She bit her lip hard trying to talk to me, I could tell just from her that she isn't an easy target but her not being able to talk I'm getting my way.

Just then I felt a jab on my gut, I groaned, releasing her in the process, I watched her breathe in and out trying to catch her breath but that was a great mistake from her.

I pulled her roughly tossing her to the bed, climbing up the bed as I smirked at her.

Her scent was poison and honey all at once. I couldn’t breathe without tasting her on my tongue again.

The towel clung to her body, and my fingers itched to tear it off but I knew not to cross my limit even if she is my mate.

She struggled under me, and I didn’t care. Her hands pushed against my chest, her body twisting.

“Let me go!” her voice came in broken whispers, but I didn’t let go.

The heat between us was unbearable. I wanted to sink into her, to bury every unspoken ache I had carried since the moment I saw her broken and bloody.

Her heartbeat pounded beneath me. I could feel it, and still, I hovered, torn between restraint and the beast clawing at my insides.

“Speak,” I growled again, my lips brushing the curve of her throat. “Say something…anything…and I will let you go.”

She whimpered, voice hoarse. “Please…” The word hit me like ice water. Still, I didn’t move.

She pushed again harder this time her hands shaking, her chest rising fast.

I buried my head against her neck, breathing in that damn scent. My hands gripped the sheets beside her instead of her skin. If I touched her again, I wouldn’t stop.

My voice was barely human now. “Why do you smell like this…” She gasped, legs kicking, trying to twist away, and I still didn’t move.

I didn’t want to hurt her but her twisting under me wasn't making things easier.

“KNIGHT?!” The door slammed open. I snapped my head toward the sound, muscles tight, heart roaring.

“Get the f*ck off her!” My sister’s voice boomed around the room. It's been a while since I have seen her this serious and angry..

She stormed into the room like a wildfire. “What the hell are you doing? She’s hurt! She’s not one of your playthings!”

Sage jerked beneath me, clutching her towel to her chest, her eyes wide with terror.

The look she cast my way made me go weak, suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.

I stood from the bed. My breath was heavy, sharp. I couldn’t even look at her.

Without a word, I stood, fists clenched, and walked out.

I know if I look at her again, I wouldn’t be able to leave.