Kage Unleashed Read Online Maris Black (Kage Trilogy #2)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, College, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Kage Trilogy Series by Maris Black
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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“Yeah, I’ll bet.” She gave me a rueful smile as I dropped her off at the door of the guest room. “I really am sorry about everything. I still hate that asshole, but I wish I hadn’t caused problems for you.”

“When are you leaving?” I asked, hoping she didn’t take it as rudely as it sounded.

“Tomorrow. I’ll go with you to the hospital, but just until the surgery is over and they say she’s okay.”

I smiled mildly. “See you in a few hours.”

“Goodnight,” she said.

I went on to my room, not bothering to turn the light on. I just found the bed in the dark and collapsed onto it without taking off my clothes. I knew someone would wake me early enough to shower and change. I didn’t have the energy to do anything but lie in the dark and freak out. I was missing Kage already. My ass was hurting something fierce, but I didn’t mind. It seemed like the pain was the only thing I had left.

CHAPTER 3

Morning came too soon, and I woke to the sound of my dad knocking on my bedroom door. “Get ready.” He yelled. “We’re leaving in thirty minutes.”

“Uhhh,” I groaned. “Okay, getting in the shower now.”

I shuffled to the bathroom, feeling the stiffness in my muscles and the ache in my ass. It was still dark, and I tripped over something large and heavy on my way across the room. I didn’t stop to figure out what it was.

The hot water cascaded down my body, soothing me and eliciting a deep groan of pleasure. That is until it hit the raw skin of my scuffed up knees, and I hissed and clenched my teeth against the pain. I could barely bring myself to touch my ass. Not only did it hurt, but it felt wrong to wash Kage off of me. I could still feel him there, his strong hands holding me open, the head of his dick stretching me open, his seed pulsing up into my body. My eyelids fluttered closed, and I let my fingers skate over the tender, swollen flesh, wishing those fingers belonged to someone else. I turned, pushed my face beneath the stream from the shower head, and allowed myself a good cry. My shoulders shook with emotion, and I was glad the water was washing away the tears before they could fall.

After I got out of the shower, I discovered that the thing I had tripped over on my way to the bathroom was Kage’s leather suitcase. We’d packed all of our things together in one bag, which at the time had been nothing more than a convenience. Now it was a legitimate excuse to contact him.

Thank you, God!

I didn’t even bother putting on any underwear before I hopped onto the bed and drafted a text to him. “You left your stuff.”

For ten minutes I sat bare-assed on my bed, shaking my foot nervously, chewing at the skin on the edge of my thumb, clicking the tips of my fingernails against my teeth. I was like a junkie waiting for a fix. I waited and waited, but no answering text came. The longer I waited, the more nervous I got, and the heavier my heart felt in my chest. He was probably just asleep. Surely after all we’d been through together he wouldn’t just ignore me. It wasn’t like I was trying to beg him back or anything, I was just telling him he’d forgotten his things.

I finally dragged the suitcase onto the bed and rummaged through it, selecting a pair of my boxer briefs, a comfortable t-shirt, and my black skinny jeans. Then I traded the jeans for a pair of loose shorts, reminding myself that it was going to be a long day of being stuck in a hospital. I walked over to the full-length mirror on my closet door and got a good look at myself. It was shocking.

There was a long scratch on my cheek, not deep at all, but pink and slightly swollen. When my face had been pressed against the ground the night before, it hadn’t occurred to me that there would be visible damage. Worse than that, there was a huge purple mark on my shoulder where Kage had bitten me. I repositioned the neckline of my t-shirt, praying it would stay put, remembering the ache as Kage sucked the blood to the surface. The memory made my stomach tighten, and I tried to forget how hard I’d gotten off on making Kage lose control like that. Because no matter what he might say or how he might try to play it off, I knew he had lost it. It was in the way he touched me and in the tone of his voice.

The big, bad fighter had lost his shit, and it was all because of me. I smiled to myself.


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