Primal Pursuit

I ride the insane waves of pleasure, my eyes rolling closed, and Davian bites my neck, sucking the flesh, his wild breathing echoing in my ears, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.

Then he does something completely unexpected.

He kisses me.

Claims my mouth in a hot, wild kiss. It’s something that is beyond anything I imagined. There’s no sweetness, just heat and animalistic passion, and it’s electric. It zings everywhere—over me, inside me, through me. His kiss is like a live wire connected to all my senses. His mouth is hot and wet and his tongue a thing of beauty.

I could come from his kisses alone.

He taunts my tongue, and he tastes of cigarettes and whiskey, of mistakes and sin. He tastes of darkness and secrets, and a passion I could die for. Kill for.

It’s pure Davian. His essence. And I’m utterly lost in the kiss, not sure I ever want to be found.

When he breaks the kiss, we’re both a panting mess, and I don’t move as he brushes his thumb along the corner of my lips, collecting a smear of his blood.

While he stares at my mouth, he slips his thumb inside, and I suck it hard, closing my eyes, relishing it like I’m tasting Heaven.

But he puts me down, and I just stare at him. I don’thave any words. My body’s numb, and my core still pulses.

He tucks his cock away, then pulls the knife free before pinning his gaze on me—his eyes dark and filled with malice.

“Run, rabbit,” he says. “Run for your life.”

I turn…and I run.

Chapter

Ten

DAVIAN

I hate stupid dance clubs.

Young people drink and get high, pretend like they’re in control to mask the fear and uncertainty of a world they don’t understand. They stumble around like drunken gods, believing in their own power and invincibility, only to crash back down and have their fake bravado shattered as they realize that out in the real world, they’re helpless, scared, and completely lost.

It didn’t take me long to figure out where she was. Again, I’m better at this than she is.

I hold the knife in my hand, staring at Rabbit while the euphoria drowns me, not from the sex or the knife fight, but from that kiss.

That fucking kiss, her taste, it burrowed into me like an unstoppable force, and I instantly knew it’s not something I can control…and that doesn’t sit well with me.

At all.

Then there was the hot fucking sex, and the fight that was much better than I ever thought it would orcould be, a fucking sweet knife fight that had some real moments. And I didn’t have to stop the knife by grabbing the blade, but I wanted to.

Besides, she just might have gotten me in the groin if she was lucky, but probably my thigh.

Neither injury seemed like fun at the time. Stopping the blade with my hands? A completely sane person would ask themselves why. Not me. I know exactly why.

Grabbing it was more for the thrill’s edge, to see what the fuck she’d do.

And then she did something that floored me. At lightning speed, she executed a maneuver so unexpected that my mind is still trying to process it.

She licked my blood like a perfect little psychotic rabbit.Mypsychotic rabbit.

Poppy is unexpected in all the right ways. The wrong ones, too.

It’s because of the wrong ones that this lust field chase needs to end at some point, and that won’t be fun, not even for me. Wanting her is turning into an obsession that doesn’t have a use-by date coming up. But I’ll have to blanket this little rocket-fueled fire sooner rather than later.