Marked

Chapter 12: A Goodnight Kiss

Alarms went off in my head. A kiss shouldn't sound so dangerous. But everything was dangerous with him. A kiss could turn into anything. I wanted to believe I could stop it but I wasn't so sure now, not after I now felt more connected to him, not after how he talked about being proud of me.

"Come on, Tess. Just one kiss," he murmured, leaning closer, his lips almost touching mine. "One kiss to hold me off until I have you again."

My breathing hitched. He had a point. I wouldn't be able to see him for a while. One kiss couldn't hurt. Right?

I pressed my lips to his and he brought his hand up behind my head, making the kiss deeper. I whimpered and he groaned, dropping his hand from the door frame and grabbing my hip, directing me against the doorframe and deepening the kiss.

I brought my hands around his neck, pulling him deeper. He kissed hard, his hand sliding down to the slit in my dress before sliding up, under my dress and to my ass. We both moaned and he pulled me against him, his hips rocking into me as his tongue entered my mouth.

"Tess," he murmured before kissing me harder, his teeth intermittently biting down on my lips, making me let out an involuntary sound. He groaned again, his hand moving from the back of my head to my neck, his finger brushing against the sensitive skin, causing me to shiver. "My mate," he growled lowly. "My beautiful mate," he murmured, kissing me again, his tongue plunging into my mouth.

I whimpered but it wasn't because of how turned on I was or how much I wanted him. It was because hearing him say I was beautiful, hearing him call me strong, say he was proud to call me his, it all was too much. Something about being with him like this, it just felt different. I'd always kept a tight leash on my emotions and he was bringing in all kinds of new ones that I couldn't seem to shut down, especially not when I could feel his. I was surprised to feel so much from him, but I felt his longing for me and it was more than physical. I wondered if he was aware how much he was reaching out to me in our bond, it was like his half of the bond was desperately reaching for mine, filling my heart with all kinds of thoughts of belonging, comfort and safety.

I wanted him. I didn't know what our future held, if I would end up at his pack, if we would get to the point we trusted each other enough to mark each other. I didn't know those things but they didn't matter because I wanted to know what it felt like to be with my mate and I already knew at least two of those packs he killed were for good reason. He probably had reasons for the others. He wasn't a monster. I could feel him so much right now and he wasn't a monster. There was so much underneath the surface, so much he kept down under his intimidating presence, but he couldn't keep it down with me, I could feel him now more than ever and he felt beautiful. He was mine and I needed him.

"Did you decide?" I panted, breaking out of the kiss.

"Decide what?" He asked, pressing his forehead against mine.

I bit down on my lip and met his gaze, ignoring the nervous flutter in my stomach.

"If you want the dress on or off while we fuck," I said.

His eyes widened then darkened. His fingers dug into my ass, his panting increasing. His eyes slid down my body before coming back to my eyes.

"Off," he growled, pulling me into a kiss that made my nervousness and doubt fade away.

We stumbled into the room and kicked the door shut, nearly tripping as we held onto each other, our lips never leaving each other. On the second stumble Kane growled and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me to the bed, falling into it with me, keeping his lips on mine.

My phone rang. His phone rang. We both ignored it. His hands slid down my body to my legs as he sunk between them, his cock pressing against me through his jeans, making me whimper and lift my hips to him. He growled and broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine.