Chained (Caged #2)(16)

I shook my head, my skin prickling with goose bumps at the realisation of what he wanted from me.

“Go on,” Anderson urged. “You need to get it out, Kloe. Or it will haunt you forever.”

I blew out a restricted breath. “I wouldn’t open my legs,” I whispered.

A faint snarl, the feral one that only Anderson perfected, echoed from him, and his grip tightened further.

“My mum…” I tilted my head, concentrating on the memory. “She was angry too. But, I think she understood. She was looking at me and I swear I saw the pity in her eyes.” I shrugged. “I’m not sure if that’s a corrupted part of the memory, but I don’t think so. She got up from the chair and came in front of us.”

I swallowed back the bile that was slowly rising up my throat and took another drink to guide it back down.

“She dropped to her knees in front of Brian and started to undo his trousers. And she said, ‘Leave her today, Brian. I’ll buy the food.’”

My chest ached with sadness and I gulped.

“I ate the food and drank the pop while she paid Brian with a blowjob.”

Anderson stayed silent behind me as we both tried to make sense of it. I wasn’t sure I would ever make sense of it.

“Do you think she was protecting you?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Or maybe she couldn’t cope with my whinging.”

He snorted, understanding the sick humour in my statement. “I understand how she feels.”

I gasped, and playfully and lightly slapped his arm. “Cheeky. I’m not that bad.”

“I dunno.” He smirked. “You do moan quite a lot.”

I reached over to the small bedside table and placed my cup down. Then turning to face him on my knees, I gave him a mock glare. “You love making me moan.” I winked and his bright smile made my heart stutter.

His smile dropped when I took his semi-hard cock in my hand. Even soft, Anderson was large and thick, filling my palm with the size of him.

He sucked air through his teeth and his eyes darkened on me.

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 f*cked 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.”





“YOUR 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.”