I rolled my hips one more time, smirking when Sunday moaned softly as my cock ground into her, right where she needed me. “Doesn’t look like she’s yours.”
“Kingston,” she gritted out. “Get off me.”
“You weren’t saying that just a minute ago.”
Her small hands pressed against my chest, nails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt. “I am now.”
A low growl of warning escaped the vampire’s chest, but I stayed focused on my mate. She belonged here, submitting to me. “Submit, Sunday.”
“No.”
“Submit to your Alpha.” I stared into her eyes, searching for the connection I knew was there. Shock sent ice through my veins as I saw it. Her wolf. Just a shadow. A promise. “So, you aren’t broken after all.”
“Fuck you, Kingston.”
“That’s the plan.”
She blinked and then smiled sweetly, her expression going sultry and hungry. I had her right where I wanted her. She’d see. Denying what was between us wouldn’t make her happy in the end. She wanted me. Maybe even as much as I wanted her.
Blinding pain shot through me, starting with my already aching balls, as her knee connected with my unprotected crotch. Nausea rolled through me as the pain radiated outward. She shoved me off her, and all I could do was curl up in the fetal position, coughing and fighting the urge to throw up.
“Well played, dove. It seems you didn’t need a rescue after all.”
That fucker Thorne’s voice grated on my every nerve. When I wasn’t focused on simply trying to breathe normally again, he’d pay for interrupting us. She would be mine. She wanted this. I could smell her desire even as she walked into his arms.
Sunday glanced back at me and smirked. “Now be a good boy and stay.”