The Dark Thrall Mating Olivia

Chapter Ninety-Three

"No." He growled back and I shoved him again.

"I said fight me."

"No." He said, crowding closer to me. "You want to hit me, then hit me. I deserve it but I'm not going anywhere."

Anger seethed through me but there was something else, something that I hadn't expected to feel when he looked up at me all defiant.

Want.

I shouldn't want him but I did. My cock twitched to life inside my jeans. It felt like my body was betraying me. He had hurt my mate, but that spark was there. That need for pain was something that I understood far too well. He wanted me to make him pay for what he had done and I fucking wanted it. I wanted to make him pay for it but that need was turning into something else. Something dark and dangerous.

"Hit me." He glared up at me and I shook my head. "Hit me, Killian."

"No."

"You were hitting me just fine a minute ago. Do it again." His lower lip trembled and he shoved me again. "Hit me you fucker, just punish me. Hurt me."

"Nick." I said softly. Why couldn't he have just fought me back and let me kick his ass? It would have been so much easier than wanting him.

"Hit me, please."

I stepped forward, pinning him against the brick wall again. His back hit the wall hard and he let out a wince. His hands fell to his sides and he was getting ready to accept what I was going to do to him.

"I'm not going to hit you. You want me to punish you, but you don't deserve it."

Nick's chin fell against his chest, but I kept my hold on him. He wasn't going to goad me into hurting him, not now.

"Please."

"No. Look at me." I growled and his head shot up. His eyes widened slightly. "Stop pushing me." "Killian." His voice shook as he said my name and fuck if I didn't like the sound of it.

"You need to go."

"What if I don't want to?" He asked, his tongue darted out to move over his lower lip.

I could hear the fast beat of his heart, see the change in his eyes. He still wanted me to hurt him, but if I wasn't willing to let him be a punching bag, he was ready to accept a different kind of hurt.

"Nick."

"Please." He said, pressing his body against mine.

I pushed him against the wall, my hips pressed against his and his eyes widened as he felt the hard press of my cock against his. He wanted to be punished and I was about to make it hurt. "You don't know what you're asking for."

His lips pressed against mine and I let out a growl, tangling my fingers into his hair and giving it a sharp tug as I deepened the kiss.

***Olivia POV***

Jay and I were snuggling on the couch. We'd had dinner and the leftovers were in the fridge waiting for Killian. I wished that he was here with us and I was starting to worry about my mate.

A movie played in the background, something about were-chickens, but I was having trouble focusing on it.

"Teriyaki, nooo!" The leader of the flock yelled and Jay let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"This is cheesy." I said, shaking my head and Jay nodded.

"Yes, but it's nice to relax with you. Even if the movie is about chicken shifters, I heard the book is way different than the film."

"You're a reader? I asked and he nodded, not looking away from the screen.

"Occasionally." He answered, his fingers toyed with the hem of my sleeve as he shifted in his seat. It was almost like he was embarrassed, a slight blush covered the tops of his cheeks. I let it go, saving that piece of information for another day.

I looked over at Everly, watching her playing with her blocks on a blanket in front of us. It was a perfect moment, the kind that I had longed for but something was missing. I looked over at Jay, worrying my lower lip with my teeth. He had released his dark blue hair from its braid and I had been enjoying playing with the silky strands. This should have been a perfect moment. I wanted it to be so much but guilt was eating at me.

"Olivia, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He asked, slowly turning his gaze away from the screen towards me. His arm tightened around me and I leaned my body closer to his, tucking myself into his side. "If it's Killian, he'll come home when he's in a better headspace."

Reaching over, I grabbed the remote control and turned down the volume of the movie that we were watching. "Jay, if I say something... Do you promise that you won't hate me?" "Sweetheart, I could never hate you. You are my mate." He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I looked down. My stomach swirled and I hoped that he meant it, that what I was going to say wouldn't mess up the relationship that I was building with him and Killian.

"It's about Nick." I said, worrying my lower lip. I tangled my fingers together to keep from fidgeting. "You know he came to the house today and met Everly?"

"I do. Do you want to tell me about it?"

"It was," I paused for a long time, trying to think of what to say. "Very emotional."

"I would expect it to be." Jay said, his voice was calm and soothing and it made me feel even worse. I just needed to tell him about how it felt when he hugged me and the almost kiss. "Jay, I still have feelings for him."

"Olivia." He said, reaching over and tucking his finger beneath my chin. He guided my face so that he could meet my eyes. "He's your fated mate and the father of our child. I'd be shocked if you didn't have feelings for him."