Misted (Team Zero #5) by Rina Kent

I grab her by the hips and yank her up against the wall. A gasp falls from her parted lips but she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms surround my neck.

My lips find her ear and I suck the lobe inside my mouth, nibbling on it.

“W-what are you doing?” she asks with an edge of horror and unmistakable desire.

Her nipples pucker against my chest and her legs wrap around me tighter as if she doesn’t want me to let her go.

“I can smell your arousal,” I murmur in her ear, and I’m rewarded by a full-body shudder.

“We’re in public,” she hisses as I pepper kisses along her throat. “Someone will see.”

“Fuck them.”

I bite on her collarbone and she releases a deep-throated groan.

“Fuck everyone.” I yank her dress to her waist and shove her underwear and my jeans down at a miraculous speed.

“Oh, God.” Her head falls back as I bite her nipple through the dress. “If you keep doing that… I… oh…”

I re-adjust her legs so my painfully hard cock aligns with her slick entrance, but I remain there, both of us inhale and exhale each other’s heavy breaths.

The first time, I was so angry, I didn’t even want to see her face, but now that’s she completely into me and with me — despite the public threat — I can’t help seeing something shifting in her.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask against her parted lips.

She gulps an audible breath. “You.”

My tongue swipes along her trembling upper lip. “Say you always belonged to me.”

I don’t even care if it’s a lie, I need to hear her say the words.

Mist closes her eyes for the briefest second before the bright hazel entraps me in their depths. “It’s always been you, Hawk.”

I ram inside her in one brutal go that steals both our breaths. Mist’s mouth opens in a wordless cry as I thrust into her like a mad man. Her entire body jerks up and down the wall and I have to brace my hand behind her back so I don’t scrape her skin.

She takes me all in, her body shuddering and trembling against mine as she breathes, “Harder,” into my ear.

It drives me fucking insane that she wants me unhinged and out of control. I thrust into her so deep and fast like neither of us can’t get enough of each other.

It doesn’t take her long to unravel around me, clenching my cock with a tightness that makes me follow right after her.

She muffles her screams in my T-shirt while I bite her neck so hard and then suck, making sure to leave an angry mark against her porcelain skin.

Mine.





After Mist complaining that she doesn’t believe we did what we did in the alley, we spend the rest of the evening in town.

Once we fetched the bags and put them in the car, I wanted to return to the house. Crowds were never my thing — or hers. It’s a major security hazard. However, she wanted to stay for the bonfire and the local village’s festival that has to do with the sowing season.

The villagers treat us to fresh grilled fish and mouldy-looking cheese that I refuse to touch. Mist eats everything in sight — including the disgusting-looking cheese.

She laughs with a few older ladies and hides her tremors behind an amicable façade. I sit against a tree trunk at the far end of the bonfire away from the young dancers and teenagers’ making out in the bushes. Smoke blows from my cigarette as I watch her like she’s the fucking goddess of the sowing season.

Something about her radiates from a mile away, and although she’s now older and changed, I can see Hellion loud and clear in her carefree laugh and her true talkative nature.

She carries a plate filled with cheese and other appetisers as she waltzes her way through the dancing crowd.

With a body like hers, she doesn’t even need to sway her hips. She has a natural grace whether she’s wearing those expensive-snobbish gowns or a simple summer dress.

A sorry fuck who looks no longer than twenty wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her to dance with the laughing, joyous crowd.

The urge to burn him inside the bonfire like a witch heats inside me.

I only stop my murder plot when she playfully wiggles free and continues her way towards me. It’s dark where I lurk and onlookers don’t really notice me. However, Mist’s entire attention is on me as if she can find me anywhere. I swear the rise and fall of her chest deepens with every step she takes towards me.

She plops beside me cross-legged with the plate nestling on her lap. For a moment, she watches the dancing and the laughing, bright energy in the cool summer night.

There’s no need for words to feel what she must be thinking about. This could’ve been our life if she didn’t fuck up everything.

“You’re still smoking that?” She stabs her fork in a piece of cheese without much attention.

“Why?” I raise an eyebrow. “Do you want to try?”

“Not today, Satan.”

A smile tugs on my lips as she scrunches her nose the slightest bit. I reach out to her face and hold her chin with my thumb and forefinger. The fork clinks against the plate as the fire reflects in her bright eyes and over her tiny freckles.

Her lips part while I take a long drag of my cigarette. I pinch her cheeks and she opens further. My mouth hovers inches away from her open one and her pulse throbs against my fingers.