Addictive (Houston Defiance MC #2) - K.E. Osborn Page 0,57

here, it’s everything I remember but so much more. A low growl rumbles from his chest, the sound so fucking powerful it has me wanting to fall to my knees and worship him.

Adrenaline courses through me.

I don’t know why we’ve been fighting this.

It feels so fucking right.

My clit throbs as his hard cock presses against me. The need in him is evident as he grinds against me. His hand on my hip slides down to my thigh, hoisting my leg up around him, pulling me closer.

Wraith needs me just as I need him.

I let out a small moan into his mouth. The tension building inside me is so fucking unbearable, while lust overloads my senses. All I can think about is how everything has led us back to this point. Back to us, unable to keep our hands off each other.

He’s my addiction.

That much I’m sure of.

And as I kiss him, I know I want so much more.

His hand moves from my hair, sliding down to my neck, but he doesn’t squeeze like last time, he just rests it there as he slowly pulls his lips from mine, panting for much-needed breaths. I can’t slow my breathing as Wraith’s eyes lock onto mine, and they’re brimming with lust so intensely I feel the burn from here.

His whiskey-colored eyes bore into me, his forehead pressed tenderly against mine as we pant trying to come down from an insatiable high. We’ve never kissed like that before, and fucking hell if I don’t want to kiss him like that every single damn day for the rest of my life.

His fingers come up gently, caressing the side of my cheek. A hesitation crosses his features. “You should go to bed.”

“Are you coming with me?” My breathy voice is full of wanton need.

Wraith groans, pushes back from me completely, parting our insatiable bodies.

A wave washes over me like someone’s thrown a bucket of ice water over my body, dousing the flames he’s lit inside me.

“I can’t, Prinie.”

The realization hits me head-on—he’s closing off again.

Wraith turns and walks outside with Mack waddling alongside as they head for the fire pit.

Standing here alone and bereft, I straighten myself out. Taking a few inhales to stop the tears from falling, I glance around, making sure no one was watching, then somehow, I head for the stairs.

I could cry myself to sleep, but instead, I’ll have a damn cold shower.

If I don’t wash Wraith off me, the fire he ignited that lingers on my lips might burn me alive.

He sets me on fire, and he doesn’t even realize it. Or maybe doesn’t care?

Asshole.

WRAITH

After last night’s kiss, it’s safe to say I’m now running on two nights with barely any sleep. I have to do better. I need to be better. Prinie caught me off-fucking-guard. When her lips touched mine, I couldn’t pull away, not at the start, she’s too fucking tempting. Kissing Prinie is the best damn feeling in the world, until my urges kick in. The urge wasn’t as strong as when we fucked over a year ago, so when my hand came close to her neck, again I was able to stop myself. The need to take control of her body didn’t break me like it did the first time, but it was still niggling in the back recesses of my mind.

The thing is though, after the moment where I had to call on Prinie to show me something blue, I knew I needed to start recalling my training. It’s been a while since I’ve had to put it into practice like that, but honestly, Prinie is bringing out the best and most definitely the worst in me. When she showed me her turquoise bra, everything came flooding back…

Zero and I walked out of the therapist’s office, and I let out a loud huff.

“I know you believe it was all bullshit, Wraith, but I think you need to take some of it in,” Zero stated.

I let out a groan. “I don’t know, man, you really think this is a thing? Breathplay?”

Zero shrugged. “From what I can tell, brother, this is definitely YOUR thing. You like to choke women during sex, right? We’ve worked on your needs in the Chamber, but if you can’t control the urge when you’re doing the deed, then you’re gonna need to stop fucking altogether.”

I curled up my nose, letting out a scoff. “A biker who doesn’t fuck… yeah, right, good one.”

Zero slapped my back. “Look over the notes, take in what she