Misted (Team Zero #5) by Rina Kent

“Is that what you really want?” My voice is low.

Hawk tightens his hold on my wrists, and I suppress a moan as he pushes into me. The door digs into my back and my breasts crush against his hard chest. The quick rise and fall of our breathing create aching friction against my nipples, tightening them to painful sensitivity.

“Very well.” I try to sound neutral even though my body nearly bursts into flames. “If you must.”

I still can’t trust my body or my feelings around him, but if this will stop Hawk from sabotaging Ink’s release then it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

“Very well?” The blue of Hawk’s eyes morphs into a bottomless, frightening sea. “If you must?”

The angry lines in his face are the last thing I see. He flips me over and slams me against the door. My heated cheek presses against the wood.

“W-what are you doing?” I breathe against the shot of excitement settling between my slick thighs.

I can fight him, but then what? I already agreed to this. Besides, I don’t even have the strength or willpower to stop him.

Every pore of skin begs for his touch. It’s been years. No, decades. I close my eyes and let the sensation sink into every inch of me.

“Hawk…?”

He says nothing — as usual.

His strong fingers thread into my hair as his free hand yanks my nightgown up to my waist. Cold air causes goosebumps on the back of my thighs. I bite my lower lip as my core hums with pleasure.

His raw, controlled power always twisted me up.

Hawk pushes my cheek into the door. “I can’t even fucking look at you.”

“Then don’t touch me.” Tears rim my eyes. “We were doing just fine apart.”

“Were we?” he hisses.

No. Not even close.

There were days when I breathed only because I knew he existed somewhere under the same sky. Days where I read my journals and pretended we were still in that waiting room. Days where I wished for Omega to erase everything.

I prefer his hate over his silent, brutal indifference.

“Yes, we were.” I try to fight the emotions out of my voice. “Let’s go back to that.”

He removes the pin at the back of my head, releasing the long strands of my hair. Before they fall to the middle of my back, he twists them around his fist and pulls back so my head slightly tilts towards him. A strangled sound rips from my lips and I can’t, for the life of me, suppress it.

“That’s not the deal, is it?” His voice drops as he whispers in hot words in my ear. “Hellion.”

My legs weaken and both my hands clutch the door’s frame for balance.

Hawk’s hard chest pushes into my back. I know he’s angry and hateful, but I can’t help soaking in the warmth.

Dammit. He can kill me and all I will feel is his overwhelming heat.

He shoves his leg between mine and I breathe harshly against the wood. My head turns dizzy unable to form a coherent thought.

I just want him to touch me somewhere. Anywhere.

I’ve been starving for too long.

Lean fingers grab my thigh, leaving scorching heat as they trail up and up. The moment he touches me over my knickers, I whimper against the door.

He thrusts a finger inside me and remains still. I do, too. Only my rugged breathing fills the air around us.

There will be no coming back from this.

After a whole fifteen years of avoiding each other, him hating me from afar and me watching over him — also from afar, he’s touching me intimately.

The last time we did something like this seems so far in time, but also so near, I can taste it on my dry tongue.

All of this feels like a fantasy. A dream. I’ll wake up and he won’t be here.

The idea that I’ll wake up and he’ll turn into thin air twists my stomach.

I chance a look behind me, and surprisingly, he loosens his hold enough so I can see him.

He’s watching me with an unreadable expression, but his eyes — damn those beautiful, haunting eyes — dissect my soul piece by each bloody piece.

His finger moves inside me, slow at first as if he’s exploring my walls all over again. My pulse throbs so fast, it nearly jumps out of my throat.

I don’t see his calloused finger, but I feel it to the tiniest pore of my skin. The way he curls it inside, the way he moves in and out of me with harsh, punishing strokes.

My knees weaken and the needy sound that escapes me is foreign to my own ears. I thin my lips in a line, helplessly trying to hold in the explosive sensation building at the bottom of my stomach.

It heightens and magnifies with each in and out, lifting my body in an invisible halo.

He thrusts another finger inside me and fucks me senseless. With each thrust of his fingers, my taut nipples brush against the door. My eyes flutter shut as waves of pleasure push at my clenched walls.

Hawk tugs on my fisted hair. Pain mixes with pleasure as my eyes snap open.

“Look at me,” he growls against the lobe of my ear.

I do. Even with the uncomfortable angle, I can’t look away from the raw intensity on his sculpted face.

His fingers continue pounding, rocking, moving me back and forward against the door.

The moment his thumb rubs my clit, my lips fall open and I clench all over his hand. The orgasm hits me so hard, my legs buckle. My head falls on the door as I bite down the scream building at the back of my throat.