Chapter Nineteen

Killian POV

She looks amazing right now, bent over the desk, skirt bunched up around her waist, her ass and pussy on show to me. It’s fucking magnificent, but still, jealousy burns through me. Lucas wanted to date her, actually date her.

Not have a one-night thing with her, and the fact that he touched her, even if it was on her hand, is too much for my wolf to handle right now.

“You let him touch your hand,” I snarl. “You smiled at him. Do you want him to see you like this? Bent over my desk, soaking my tongue while you cry into your palm trying not to scream?”

I squeeze her ass, and now all I can imagine is fucking her, but that’s too far. Mating with her in that way will strengthen the bond, and I know I won’t be able to hold back from knotting her. So, I won’t.

Stepping back, I groan. “Stand up and turn,” I order, watching as she follows my order perfectly. She turns to face me, not even trying to pull down the skirt.

“Take off your shirt, and bra.” I want to see her body again.

She moves slowly, unbuttoning the shirt before dropping it to the ground. Her hands shake as she removes her bra, and I groan.

“Kneel,” I order. She hesitates for a moment, then kneels down. I should stop, walk out and leave it here. Leave before I know what it feels like to have her touch me, but I’m weak.

Grasping her hands, I place them on my trousers. Her fingers move slowly, and she unbuttons them. She doesn’t hesitate as she opens my trousers and pulls my cock out.

She stops and stares at it, then at me. “I—” She stops and stares at me.

“Just open that mouth of yours before I explode all over that pretty fucking face of yours.”

She hesitates and moves slowly, her tongue dragging along the tip. My head falls back, and I groan. She keeps going, using her tongue to tease me. After a few minutes, I can’t stand it anymore. I grab her hair and pull her closer.

“Just fucking wrap your mouth around it,” I growl. She does, and I almost fucking shatter instantly from the feel. Don’t get me wrong, I get sex often, but this? Not in years.

Rose isn’t sexual. We have sex, we don’t fuck. Which makes me want to fuck Aurora so much more.

Her mouth hollows as she sucks, and I groan deeper.

My hands tighten in her hair as her lips glide down, slow at first, like she wants to memorize the taste of me. The wet heat of her mouth surrounds me, and my hips twitch forward despite the restraint I’m barely clinging to. Her eyes lift, glassy and wide, locking onto mine like she knows exactly what she’s doing, and she does. Fuck, she does.

“You know what this mouth was made for?” I rasp, voice rough as gravel. “Me. Every inch of you was made for me, and I’m going to ruin it for anyone else who thinks they can get close.”

I thrust a little deeper, watching her gag slightly before adjusting. She doesn’t back away. Doesn’t flinch. Her hands brace against my thighs, nails digging in as she lets me take what I need. Her tongue swirls around the head on the way out, teasing like she wants to punish me for not fucking her when I had the chance.

I growl low in my throat. “You’re trying to kill me, little Omega. That it? Trying to make me lose what little control I’ve got left?”

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder, and stars dance behind my eyes.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan, teeth clenched. “That’s it. Just like that. Take it deeper, let me feel how much you want to be mine.”

She moans, the sound vibrating around me, and I lose it. My hips jerk forward with a sharp thrust, and she takes it—eyes watering, spit clinging to her chin—but she doesn’t stop. Her nails claw up my thighs like she wants more, like she needs more.

“You think Lucas could give you this?” I sneer, voice a dark, vicious curl of possessive heat. “You think he could make you crawl, choke on his cock, cry from how fucking good it feels? He wouldn’t know what to do with you. He’d worship you. I’ll own you.”

I pull out slowly, dragging along her tongue as her lips tremble open. Her chin is wet. Her chest rises and falls like she just survived drowning. I brush a thumb along her cheek, almost gentle.

Then I slap my cock against her lips.

“Open again.”

She obeys without hesitation this time, and I shove back in, the sound filthy, slick, and perfect.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” I growl. “Drooling, gagging, eyes watering. Fucking wrecked. You were made to be on your knees for me.”

She hums, a high desperate noise, and it shoots straight to my spine. I feel her trying to breathe, trying to swallow me, trying to please me. And God help me, it makes something break loose inside me. Something feral. Something that doesn’t just want to use her mouth, but wants to mark her, claim her, make sure no one else even dreams of touching what’s mine.

“You think I’m going to be gentle?” I pant, fingers clenching her hair tighter. “You think I’ll stop before I cum down your throat? Not a fucking chance. Swallow. All of it. Take it like a good little bitch and know that every drop marks you.”

My voice is a snarl by the end, and I feel the tension coil so tight in my gut I can’t stop it even if I tried. She whimpers as I thrust again, once, twice, then I’m gone.

I shatter with a guttural groan, holding her flush against me as I release, pulse after pulse spilling into her mouth. She doesn’t pull away. She fucking swallows. Every last drop.

And when I finally let her go, when she pulls back with flushed cheeks, spit shining on her lips, and tears in her lashes, I can barely breathe. My heart’s a wreck. My soul’s worse.

She looks ruined. Beautiful. Like she was made for this, and I know I’ll never stop.

“You’re mine now,” I whisper, voice rough and raw and laced with dark, dangerous certainty. “I don’t share. I don’t ask. I take. And you—”

I kneel in front of her, grip her throat, and kiss her so deep she gasps.

“—you belong to me.”