Breaks.
Shadows flicker across his face and for a fleeting moment, I see everything he doesn’t mean to show. I seehim, and I wrench my spine from the door, pulling him closer.
But he shakes his head.
He doesn’t want it.
Doesn’t wantme, not like that.
He wants the screaming to stay in our bones. Behind our ribs. Rotting in our blood. He needs it, and I’m too weak to tell himno.
Skylar grinds down harder, dragging a throttled grunt from my chest. His dick is a stone column against my abs, sliding on the ridged muscle. His body tightens, coiling the pressure in my gut tighter. A shattered gasp escapes him and he comes, spilling between us, breath wrecked, eyes squeezed shut.
He’s so fucking beautiful. That tiny sound, it’s all it takes for the tight heat of him around my dick to send me over the edge.
I comehard, violent heat surging through me, my hips driving up to pump my cum deeper inside him. Savage. Primal. Like I fucking own him. And Skylar…he keeps moving as if he doesn’t know how to stop. As if something’s broken loose inside him and he’s falling over himself to get it back.
Lungs burning, I knock his hand from my mouth and still his hips. I stillhim, and he shudders as if I’m forcing him back into himself.
He looks down at me with blown, unseeing eyes, hand on my chest—on my thundering heart—body shaking as much as mine, but it feels like more.
Scared as shit, I pull him into a trembling embrace, aware I’ve just lived through something beautiful and terrible. I hold him, trying to catch fragments of rational thought.
There isn’t much.
But while Sol’s warning is already long gone, the dark gaze Jack speared me with before he sent me after Skylar hasn’t faded at all. It tugs at my senses, invading the sweltering space we’ve carved out for each other, tainting everything that’s right between us like a poisoned slick of fuckingwrong.
Tension floods me.
Skylar feels it and eases back, still breathing too hard and too fast, but with more colour in his face than before.
Morelife, though it comes in the form of a bitter smirk. “Change your mind?”
“About what?”
“About fucking me.”
“No. Never. But I didn’t come after you for that.”
Skylar bares his teeth like a fucking wolf. “Then you shouldn’t have come after me at all.”
His hands are still on my body.
He rips them away and expands the space between us with brutal efficiency, climbing off me and snatching his clothes from the carpet.
He’s dressed before I can blink, and I can’t lie. For all he’s pissed, he looks calmer than when I came up on him. Present, even if the savage stare he’s skewering me with burns more than it has any right to.
I lick my bottom lip, an unconscious tic.
Skylar tracks the movement before he seems to catch himself. He takes another step back and I realise he wants out and I’m blocking his way.
I peel myself from the floor and step aside, bracing myself on the wall as I tuck my fucking dick away. His gaze scorches me. Then it’s just…gone. Like he’s shut himself down.
He rips the door open and disappears into the depths of the flat.
I take a second to temper my pulse, then I follow, and I breach the kitchen doorway as he slams the fridge shut and slings a bag over his shoulder.
He’s leaving.“Where are you going?”