The Hidden (Shadowed Wings #1)(49)

Zeph says nothing, just picks me up and slams me over his shoulder and stomps back toward the castle.

“What the fuck are you doing? Put me down!” I demand, but of course he fucking doesn’t.

“Pigeon!” I scream internally. “You better wake the fuck up, you lazy turkey, because I am not dealing with this shit on my own!”

“If I have to lock you up, little sparrow, I will, but you will obey me,” Zeph snarls, pulling me from my internal battle with my useless gryphon as he carries me inside the cliff castle and starts up the stairs to get to my room.

“Pigeon!” I try again. Nothing.

“You don’t fucking own me. Your orders don’t mean shit to me. Who the fuck are you to tell me anything?” I demand.

Zeph slams open the door to my room and pulls me off of his shoulder. As soon as I’m on my feet, I immediately move to get into his face.

“I am the leader of these people, and what I say is final!” he bellows at me, his yell sending strands of my hair flying back away from my face.

“You are nothing to me, and what you say doesn’t mean shit!” I snap back.

Zeph charges, and I reach back a closed fist, ready to pummel him as much as I can. He grabs my face and slams his lips to mine. I’m momentarily shocked by what the hell he’s doing, but my synapses start firing off again, and I punch him in the side of his head. My hit doesn’t even faze him, and he mistakes my mouth opening in shock as an invitation for him to deepen his unwanted kiss. I punch him again and bite his tongue.

He hisses and pulls back. I swing for him again, but he catches my fist and tries to lean down to apply another kiss to my outraged lips.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I shout at him as I struggle to do something that will hurt him and expel my rage.

“You are mine to command, mine to do what I please with, even your animal recognizes the truth of this!” Zeph growls at me.

I pounce on him, kicking, scratching, and biting. I want to draw blood; I want to shred him like Pigeon shredded those hunters in the woods. I need him to hurt. I need him to suffer the way he’s made me suffer.

Wait. What?

I pause, confused, as the intense thoughts flit through my mind mid-attack. Zeph pulls me off of him and crushes his full lips against mine again.

“Don’t fight, little sparrow, you know you’re mine. I’m tired of fighting it, and I know you must be too,” Zeph speaks against my mouth. “Feel the truth, little sparrow, you know you can feel the pull, the connection.”

He kisses me harder, and his taste confuses me even more. I have so many emotions swirling inside of me right now, and I have no idea what to make of any of it. I moan involuntarily as Zeph strokes my tongue with his and then sucks on my bottom lip. His kiss is bruising, and I hate that I fucking love it. I thread my hands into his long curly black hair and pull it. He growls in response and works harder to own my mouth.

I bite him again and pull back, my furious gaze matching the fire I see in his molten honey stare. “I am no one’s. I belong to no one!” I growl in his face, and then I kiss him hard, stealing back my control. I claim his lips and guide his tongue with my own. I drive the kiss the way I want it and grind against him the way that feels good to me, not giving a fuck if he likes it or not.

He grabs my ass and lifts me up on his body and slams my back against a pillar. His “mine” fills my kiss, and he kneads my ass, driving more heat to pulse through my body.

“Not in a million fucking years,” I argue back between deep tongue strokes that feel so fucking good and make me so fucking wet that it pisses me off.

I don’t want to like what he’s doing to me. I want to be pissed and outraged over the audacity and arrogance he’s displayed. But his hands feel right on my body, his tongue was made to play with mine. I need to ride his cock and claim his body. And if I have to wait any longer to do any of that, I feel like it will be the end of me.

I know Pigeon is at play here, that she’s somehow overriding logic with some serious fucking hormones, but I’m so wet and so fucking needy, I just don’t care. I grab the V of Zeph’s red shirt, where the laces start, and pull at the fabric. It rips down his front, and he growls into my mouth with approval. He grabs the straps of my top and tugs at them, popping them off with no effort. The triangles of fabric covering my boobs fold down like they’re bowing to Zeph and his sexual prowess.

My irritation over that is lost when Zeph pulls his mouth from mine and bends over to suck on my hard, sensitive nipple. I moan and grind against him, but the delicious zings he’s sending straight to my clit are suddenly replaced by pain as he bites down too hard on my breast. I slap his head away and try to push him off me.

“Ow, you fucker, what the hell was that for?” I don’t miss the twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he ignores my question and tries to suck on me again. I push against him and get just enough room between us to land a knee in his side. Zeph gasps and grabs his stomach. I slide down the pillar, no longer pinned by his massive body, and I wiggle away from him, making a beeline for the door.

Fuck this, asshole!

His massive hand snakes out and clamps around my arm, pulling me back to him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find a less annoying cock to fuck!” I snarl at him and try to peel his fingers off my arm.