Burning Truths (Consume Me #2)

34. Kenna

Chapter Thirty-Four

KENNA

Ally’s bitching from behind me about the way West drags her along the smooth tile floor by the back of her neck. Satisfaction courses through my veins when she lets out a low squeak of pain.

“Be happy she hasn’t asked me to rip your tongue out.” He laughs.

“It crossed my mind.” I spit from ahead of them.

An intake of air has a smile spreading across my face knowing he’d do as I’d ask even if he doesn’t agree. I hear the footsteps pause and then a scuffle before we’re moving again. The open shutters on the windows cast a warm glow through the icy home. A chill passes through me the further I go into the Stone’s home.

“I hope you have a plan, Princess.” West says catching up to me.

Ally fully in tow at his other side she looks between us. Her cheeks are flushed red from the struggle she continues to put on but I ignore her attempts instead choosing to let West deal with her.

“I wouldn’t call it a plan if I’m winging it.” I reply drily.

My thoughts are all over the place but I try to grasp at anything to make sense when an idea strikes me. Spinning on my heels I take a turn down the hallway passing through the living room and around the corner where the kitchen begins.

“Shit.” West says no longer next to me.

Grunting and arguing spark up behind me forcing a sigh to fall from my lips. Reaching the garage door I search for what I need. Pulling a memory from a movie I once watched with the boys I make the perfect combination of wickedness for our guest. My stomach churns with the thought of having to see his face again but I push through. By the time West makes it to the doorway I’m hauling what I need barely able to hold all of it alone. Ally’s eyes widen in panic when she takes note of what I’m carrying but West jumps into action releasing her to help me.

“You’re coming with me.” I stare at her from the corner of my eye when I step past her.

She tries to back away, “Kenna please.”

Pleas drip from her in waves washing over me but the numbness blocks out her cries. A door opens somewhere towards the front of the house and several voices bounce off the walls.

“West.” Cole calls out.

His words sound distorted even now after all the time he’s had to heal and it makes me wonder if he’ll ever heal. I don’t ask the question, instead I look towards the open doorway leading to the kitchen when Ryker crosses the threshold.

“Killer.” He breathes when his dark chocolate eyes land on mine.

His shirt hugs his body in a way that has my mouth watering fighting against everything I’ve tried to shove away. His gaze falls to the stuff in my arms, looking between me and West, he connects the dots quicker than I thought he might. At first I prepare to hold my ground but before I can speak he smirks.

“Come to play, Killer?” He rasps.

Stalking over to me, wearing a shit eating grin across his beautiful face, everyone around us melts away. I hold his stare until he reaches me. The only space between us is what I hold in my hand.

“Cole.” He calls out without dropping my gaze.

Suddenly the weight in my arms disappears leaving me empty with no wall or barrier giving us space. Closing the gap his hand cups the back of my neck squeezing tight. Sucking in a deep breath my chest rises faster taking up the rest of the space between us. His intoxicating scent floods my senses casting over the ledge into a free fall of sensations and fear. Sudden panic crawls up my spine when his head lowers to hover over my mouth. Swallowing, my tongue slips out, swiping across my dry lips. I watch the way his eyes drop to my lips darkening with a hunger I haven’t seen in months.

“Fuck.” His voice is raw and real.

Our worlds slowly collide bringing us into the darkness we’ve been bathing in for so long. Our breath mixes dancing together creating a heady taste in the air around us. Somewhere in the middle of everything the room is now empty leaving us plunged in privacy and insanity.

Rubbing his thumb in circles at the base of my neck he applies just enough pressure to send a jolt of pain through my bones. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt when his mouth closes the gap taking mine in a deep kiss. His tongue sweeps out, shoving its way between my lips consuming every inch it can. My legs lock with the intrusion but this feels different. The way he tastes, menthol and Ryker, his flavor coating my mouth.

“Let go, Killer.” He says against my mouth. “Burn with me.” He begs.

The guttural sound that escapes the back of his throat sends me spiraling through the eye of the storm we built. Pulling back his dark eyes skate over me laying me bare down to my blackened soul. Biting my lip I let my eyes fall closed under the heat of his gaze. One second. Two. Another. My eyes open. Whatever was holding him back shatters like glass releasing him to the monster beneath his skin, the one I fell in love with. Using his hand he shoves me to my knees. A sharp pain shoots up my legs into my hips when I slam into the tile flooring.

“You still crave the feeling of my monsters, baby?” He grits between clenched teeth.

My mouth falls open with heavy breathing, my head nodding on instinct. I watch as he visibly shutters when my teeth sink into my bottom lip. His large hands move to slide his pants down letting his dick bounce free. My stare shifts from his mesmerizing face to the massive part of him now in my face.

“Open that filthy fucking mouth of yours, Killer.” He orders.

Tipping my head back and opening my mouth wide my tongue hangs out waiting for it to be filled. Unable to hold himself back any longer he grabs both sides of my face and plunges in deep immediately gagging me. Our eyes clash, with each thrust, he continues to plunge deeper. Humming in the back of my throat from his salty taste I swallow around him watching the way his eyes roll back from the feeling.

“Goddamn.” He groans.

My body ignites beneath his praise; the way it rolls over me has my thighs clenching. It doesn’t escape the notice of the monster standing above me but he ignores the way I crave his touch instead stealing every part of me. Digging his nails into the side of my face his hold is bruising, tears spilling from my eyes, he fucks my mouth in brutal thrust.

“Fuck, your pretty little mouth missed me didn’t it.” He moans. “Shit.” He mutters.

Thrust. Swallow. Thrust. Suck. Thrust. Swallow.

His head falls back his eyes now closed and I revel in the way his face falls into the deep throws of heaven when he fucks my mouth harder. Losing balance my hands grab onto his hips giving us both more leverage and that sends him spiraling closer. Moaning around his cock in the back of my throat I can taste the salty pre-come leaking from the head of his dick.

“That’s it, Killer.” He praises.

One more thrust and his hips meet my lips, shoving all the way to the back of my throat, choking me completely. Unable to breath he holds me there, my name falls from his lips as he coats my throat with his come. Trembling from his release his eyes meet mine brighter than they were before. Pulling out he steps back watching the way I drink down everything he gave me. Wiping away a drop from my chin he presses it into my mouth groaning when my tongue curls around his thumb sucking the liquid from his skin.

Leaning down he lifts me under the arms hauling me to my feet. Brushing away the hair pressed to my sweaty face he claims my mouth with his in a dominant kiss that steals the air from my lungs. Flames and smoke. Fire and Ice. We collide.

Spinning us around I end up pressed against a cabinet with his thick fingers peeling my thong to the side.

“Are you soaked for me?” He rasps.

My nod is jerky and my chest shutters with my next breath when he slips between my legs pressing one finger in at a time. Crowing me into the cabinet he leaves just enough room for his hand but then his mouth is on me. Nipping and biting my neck, my ear, my jaw leaving me raw and on fire.

“I won’t fuck you until you’re begging me for it but I’ll let you come like a good girl for fucking me so goddamn good with that sinful mouth of yours.” His growls in my ear.

Plunging two fingers knuckle deep inside my dripping cunt he fucks me faster and faster. My legs shake but he holds me up with his knee. Using his free hand he forces my pants down my legs to my ankles never removing his fingers from their place deep inside me. Pulling his fingers out he shoves them in my mouth forcing my back flat against the cabinet bending me backwards completely. My core aches for release and a cry forms in the back of my throat. The tangy taste of my own flavor spills onto my tongue while he holds me there by my mouth.

“Don’t move.” He orders.

Running his free hand down my side a sudden pressure at my clit has me tensing.

“Easy, Killer.”

He rubs between my legs pressing into my clit and sliding between my lower lips coating his dick with my wetness. He doesn’t try to press inside me instead he fucking sides between my legs against my core slowly building a low burn in the pit of my stomach. I try to suck in air but the pain of the orgasm climbing mixed with the panic in the back of my head makes me dizzy. I want to beg him to stop but my body screams for me.

“Rye.” I moan.

His hand leaves my mouth moving to my throat cutting off my next breath.

“Beg for it.” He growls.

His punishing thrust slams into my clit over and over. My knees shutter under the pressure between my legs. Squeezing my eyes shut the voice in the back of my head screams a hollow sound but with each touch of my skin from him I let that voice fall away. The overwhelming need to be consumed by him rattles my bones.

“Please. Please.” I chant into the empty room.

Another brutal thrust between my legs.

“Please what?” He pushes.

My head thrashes against the hardwood underneath me, unable to speak. Applying pressure to my throat he pulls me forward slightly forcing my gaze to his. His brown eyes are damn near black with greed.

“Consume me.” I beg. “Consume me with everything you are until there’s nothing left of me, but you.” I cry out.

Shaking, my body anticipates his next move waiting to be filled by him yet instead of slamming into me he slowly glides in one inch at a time. Tears flow down my cheeks with the all consuming flood of emotions combining with pure pleasure. Wiping away a tear that’s falling down my face he watches the way my face contorts with each slow drive forward. For a moment time stands still, the oxygen in the room thinning. Our movements slow leaving us barely moving only to take in the way we feel around each other. Leaning down his teeth, biting into my bottom lip hard enough to break skin, a drop of blood dripping into his mouth.

“Bleed for me, baby.” He grunts.

And then he fucks me hard and relentless until my legs give out and we’re both broken on the floor.