My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 349

Elara

The moment before you lose your life, everything tends to feel normal in the most surreal way that if you think or look at it closely, it starts to feel unnatural.

One second, Kane had his hands on my hips, guiding, helping—

Next, they locked like vices. His fingers dug in so hard I knew I’d bruise, his thumbs pressing into the bone. The shift in his touch sent a warning up my spine, but before I could react, his pace turned brutal.

No more rhythm. No more give-and-take.

He drove his cock up into me, hard, relentless, his hips snapping against mine with a force that knocked the breath out of me.

The counter groaned. My back hit the cabinets, the wood biting into my shoulder blades, but he didn’t slow. Didn’t stop.

I turned over my shoulder to look at him. His face was different.

I’d seen Kane soft. Seen him drunk. Seen him angry, seen him desperate. But this—

His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark, fixed on some point over my shoulder. Not looking at me. Not even with me anymore. His body moved like a machine, pistoning into me, his grip unyielding, his cock hitting so deep it hurt.

I should’ve been able to read him.

I always could. The way his mouth twitched when he lied. The way his fingers tapped the armrest when he was nervous. The way his voice went quiet when he was hiding something.

But this?

This was a door slammed shut.

I couldn’t see past it. Couldn’t guess what had flipped inside him, what had turned the moment from something I was running to something he was.

All I knew was the pain of his fingers, the punishing thrust of his hips, the way the kitchen blurred at the edges as he fucked me like he wanted to break something.

Like he wanted to break me.

Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, his hand closed on my throat.

One second, his palm was braced against the cabinet beside my head—

The next, he brought his arm around me. and grabbed my throat; his fingers wrapped around my neck and squeezed.

The air cut off.

My vision whited out at the edges, the kitchen tilting, the sound of my pulse roaring in my ears.

"K—Kane—Sto—Stop—" I clawed at his wrist, my nails raking his skin.

His grip didn’t loosen. His thumb pressed into the hollow of my throat, his fingers tight enough to crush my windpipe.

My lungs burned. My vision tunneled, the world narrowing to the brutal pressure of his hand, the relentless drive of his hips, the way his cock filled me even as the black crept in—

I lived all my moments in this pack in control by not being scared or showing it. The wolves reeked. They were disgusting. Kane was disgusting. All that reek he left on me when he touched me, hugged me, kissed me, fuck me. And all that I allowed. Because it was all part of Aldric's instructions.

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