Chained (Caged Book 2) (8 page)

Slowly, I stroked my hand up and down his length, cherishing the feel of him growing hard under my grip. I got him hard. Me. It was my touch that aroused him. My touch that got him off.

Our gazes locked as I fucked him with my fist, the gentle movement making his jaw drop to accommodate the quickness of his pants.

“Kloe,” he whispered. “Little wolf.”

The ache in his voice made me lean forward and press my lips to his. He kissed me, but the previous times our lips had met, the kiss had been frantic, desperate and rough. Yet this time it was soft and gentle, so full of adoration that I couldn’t stop the swell of my heart crushing against my ribcage.

I moaned faintly when he slipped his hands through my hair and smoothed it through his long fingers.

My kisses left his mouth and I gently pressed them across his jaw, down his throat and over the hard plains of his chest. The faint dusting of hair tickled my chin the lower I got, and when I ran the flat of my tongue up the shaft of his cock, his grip in my hair tightened.

“You taste so good,” I murmured, as I teased the head of his cock with my tongue, collecting the gift he gave me.

He groaned when I sheathed my teeth behind my lips and plunged all the way down. Spit filled my mouth when my throat struggled to accommodate his length, and I gagged loudly when his hands jerked in my hair and he cupped the back of my head, pushing me down until I felt bile coat my mouth.

Pulling me away, his gaze hooked on the length of spit from my lips to his cock, the wicked gleam in his eyes making every part of me throb.

“Suck me until I come in your dirty little mouth.”

Excitement rippled through me and I instantly granted his request, plunging up and down on him until I wasn’t sure whether I should suck up or down. I greedily fed on him, on the bittersweet taste of each dribble of sperm that tempted me to go harder and faster. Water ran from my eyes as I forced him deeper and when I felt his cock swell in preparation for his release, I pushed my finger under his ass and sank it deep inside him.

He jerked, spewing his cum into my mouth as I gently stroked inside him. His head fell back and I watched in awe as his mouth fell open, his eyes squeezed closed and a silent cry broke from him.

“And you tell me you’re not a little wolf.” He chuckled when he caught his breath. His smile was blinding, the gratification that now ran through him making him relaxed and open.

I laughed. “You’re not going to drop that damn name, are you?”

He shook his head slowly, the mischievousness in his eyes twinkling at me. “Nope.”

“Well if I’m the little wolf, then what does that make you?”

His lips curved into the most lethal grin ever and a shiver raced through me. Dipping forwards, he tenderly placed a kiss to my forehead. “It makes me the big bad wolf, baby.”

“Y
OUR TURN.”

Her sweet voice and the sorrow in her eyes angered me. I wasn’t quite sure why but I couldn’t dampen the heat of fury with her soft demand. My emotions were everywhere. I’d never had to think of anyone else, it had only ever been me, and now my life included Kloe – and my child – I was struggling to keep track of each conflicting thought and mood that washed over me.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, Kloe.”

She blinked, jointly hurt and stunned by the tone of my irritation, and most probably my severe mood swing. “You promised.”

“No.” I took her chin in my fingers and glared at her, tightening my grasp on her until I saw the wince of pain flash in her eyes. “I nodded. A nod isn’t confirmation of an oath.”

“What are you scared of?”

I laughed, shaking my head at her naivety. “Scared? Oh, I’m not scared, I’m just not sure how sharing tales between us will make a damn bit of difference.”

“It won’t make any difference, but I just want to share something,
anything,
with you. I want to learn, Anderson. I want to understand.”

“You think we have a connection, but we don’t. I’m me. And you’re you. Romance didn’t bring us together, Kloe, nor did fate. You have these stupid notions that there’s an explanation for everything.”

“There is,” she whispered. “It’s the only way
I
can explain anything to myself.”

“Then you’re a damn fool.”

“Possibly. Yes. But how do you explain what brought us together. Neither of us, to begin with, had any idea of the similarities…”

“Similarities?” I scoffed. “You mean that we were both fucked and fucked up as kids?”

She flinched. I hated that I was hurting her yet I couldn’t stop every vicious word that fell from me.

“That we were both pinned down and bled over cocks and pain.”

“Stop it!”

“That we were both whores to the very people who were supposed to nurture us?”

“STOP IT!”

She tried to strike me but I grabbed her wrist and yanked her towards me, bringing her face to mine. “Accept it. You’re a whore, Kloe. You have proved that time and time again to me. So quick to spread your legs for me. So easy for my cock to slide inside you.”

“Why are you being like this?” she sobbed, the quick tears that ran down her face stabbing my heart and making me bleed for her pain. “I know you love me, Anderson. I know you do!”

“You stupid woman!”

Her watery eyes fixed on me and the dejection that wept from her engulfed me.

I took her cheek in the palm of my hand, and finally lowered my voice. “This isn’t love I feel. It isn’t soft. It isn’t romantic. It isn’t soul inspiring. It’s violent. It’s furious. A storm of rage that burns right down to my soul, Kloe. And it hurts. It’s fucking agony.”

Her gaze on me softened and her lips lifted into a smile. Her reaction threw me, confused me. I couldn’t understand what she found so pleasing in my statement.

“And you say you don’t love me,” she whispered. “Love isn’t soft. It isn’t romantic. But when it’s furious and engulfing, then it’s the only type of love that’s right. It’s meant to be a rage that devours every part of you, Anderson. It’s meant to be fucking painful. Because it is painful. Love is fucking agonising.”

I frowned. My throat dried and I struggled to swallow. Kloe looked at me, that fucking smile of hers making her pretty face all the more beautiful. Unable to resist, I took her hand and pressed it to my chest. We both felt the beat as though it belonged to both of us. “You think I have anything left in here to love you with? You think I’m even capable of love?”

“I know you are, Anderson.”

“I…”

We both jumped when the bedroom door flung open and Robbie’s silhouette carved a black sculpture against the bright background of the hallway. I blinked when he didn’t move, bewildered by his sudden entrance.

“Rob?”

Kloe’s breathing shallowed, and very slowly she uncurled her legs and stood from the bed. “Anderson?” Her voice was quiet and hesitant as we both stared towards Robbie.

When he finally fell to his knees, Kloe shot across the room. Instantly she lifted him onto her lap and lifted his face to hers.

“Call an ambulance,” she yelled. “Anderson, phone for an ambulance.” Her eyes found mine, her tears glistening in the soft light now spilling into the room. “He’s been stabbed.”

H
OURS WE’D BEEN SAT IN
the dreary and aged room within the hospital’s casualty department where we’d been ushered in as the sun broke through the black sky. Anderson hadn’t shifted from his spot by the window, the old and decrepit chair he sat in struggling to contain his huge body.

He hadn’t said a word to me as we waited for news of Robbie. He hadn’t even acknowledged me. I wanted to help him, to hold him and soothe the turmoil that spread through him like a wildfire.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked again, sick of hearing the sound of my own voice. And once again I was met with silence.

Blowing out a breath, I decided to stretch my legs and go in search of a vending machine. Just as my hand rested on the handle of the door, Anderson finally spoke. “Don’t think of running, little wolf.”

I wasn’t sure if it was anger that overpowered me, or frustration. “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope.” The tone of his voice was so different from the man I had woken beside; it was sharp, harsh and low, a growl of ice that made my ears hurt. The caring and soft Anderson was gone, replaced by a personality that confused me. I hadn’t encountered this one yet, but I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like him very much.

“Have you learned nothing? Haven’t you listened to a word I have said? The things I have told you?”

His eyes slowly moved to me. The cold, deep hostility in them made my breath catch. “You run, Kloe, and I promise that when I find you, I will shred every fucking inch of skin from your body.”

I couldn’t contain the gasp as my heart speared pain through me. “Why are you blaming me for this? I didn’t hurt Robbie. I wouldn’t. I liked him.”

“Liked?” he spat. “He’s not fucking dead!”

“I didn’t mean that!”

Knowing I would get nowhere while he was this closed off, I gritted my teeth and pulled the door open, leaving the grumpy fucker to simmer in his own bitterness.

The corridor was bustling, many nurses, doctors and people rushing past me. Trying in vain to find a gap in the body traffic, I stepped into the flow and moved with the river of rushing people.

Luckily, a machine distributing hot drinks was just around the first corner I came to. There was a small queue and I took my place behind a redheaded woman who was talking hurriedly into her phone. I closed off to her conversation after she started to bicker with whoever was on the other end. I just wanted something happy to centre on, something that would give me a much needed smile. But life was grim and I was starting to think that wherever I looked I would never find that ray of sunshine I’d been hunting for since I was a small girl.

“Kloe?”

I spun round and my eyes widened on the man who had moved into the queue behind me. “Ben?”

He grinned at me and pulled me into his arms. “Bloody hell, talk about small world.” He chuckled as I hugged him back just as hard.

Holding the tops of my arms, he reared back and studied me. “How are you? What are you doing here?”