Leilani.
His lips found mine in a tango that was both hot and frantic... and punishing, it had my toes curling in delight.
And when he thrust his tongue into my mouth, claiming , yet in a tentative manner, everything around disappeared, disintegrating into nothing but stardust.
The kiss was urgent, like he was in a rush, but slow, as if taking his ti while he was in a rush— as if that was even normal.
I moaned when his tongue teased mine, sending a shiver jolting down my spine. And gosh, I could almost feel the emotions he wasn’t saying, pouring into every movent. I could almost sense the way this wasn’t just passion; How it was need, longing... How it was a thousand unspoken words.
Words that would never be heard... words that I never wanted to hear.
His hands slid up my back, underneath the thin fabric of my blouse, pulling close, and as soon as his skin t mine, sparks erupted. Against my best judgent, I moaned again, squeezing my eyes shut as a fiery fla, like magma shot to my core.
Every inch of my body throbbed, every fiber of my being wept. I pressed into him like a wanton, completely lost in the intensity of his hold, my heart pounding in ti with his, my breaths coming in short raw gasps.
The connection between us was undeniable. Electric. And I feared I would drown in the array of sensations it was sending jolting through .
His lips grinded against mine. Rough. Possessive. But careful at the sa ti, and I found myself sinking deeper into the mont, montarily forgetting that I should hate this man.
That he was my arch enemy.
My nesis.
Suddenly, my head tipped back and I could feel the world around us go blurry, fading into nothing but the feverish heat of his lips and the sweet sweet weight of his body pressed against mine.
My fingers found his hair in a desperate attempt to ’control’ sothing, holding on as if I was afraid to let go, like this kiss was the only thing keeping tethered to sanity.
Like if I let go, I’ll lose myself completely,
Utterly to the ruin his lips promised.
And when his hands slowly began to trail up my legs, slipping into the spot between my thighs, my eyes suddenly snapped open.
Reality crashed against like a tidal storm.
My entire world tilted in its axis, and I realized to my utmost horror that I had allowed Zevran— the motherfucking Zevran— to touch — not innocently but intimately.
Horror and angst mixed together, replacing my earlier wantonness, and without a thought, I pushed him off , my hands shaking, my entire body trembling from the mistake I’d just made.
Zevran stumbled away from whilst licking his lips, and from this vantage, I finally saw it: He didn’t regret this one bit, if anything, he enjoyed it.
He wanted it.
He smirked at . "How long do you intend to keep lying to yourself?" He muttered, a strange smugness slipping into his gaze; And so help God, I wanted to punch him square and clean.
I wanted to wipe off that smile and any future smiles off his face.
Goddess, I wanted to murder him.
I squeezed my eyes shut, in a desperate attempt to curb my anger; But after several seconds, my attempts failed— mostly because I could still sll him on . Because I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin.
And because I was still aroused by him.
Fuck !
"How long are you going to pretend like you don’t feel it? Like you don’t experience this desperate need to claim ... to claim us?"
My anger boiled. I saw nothing but red hot rage. I balled my hands into fists, my voice grating out of my soul like sandpaper on rusted tal, rough and raw. I spat; "Stay back!"
"Leilani, co on! Co back to the pack... co back to..."
"Stay away from !" I growled, angrily cutting him off. My voice shook— it shook too much, I hate it.
And tears; maybe out of rage, or maybe it was frustration, began to well up in my eyes.
He shook his head at , his expression almost pitiful, and that riled up. When he leaned close again, to brush my bottom lip with his fingers, I slapped him.
And I slapped him so hard, my hand made an imprint on his face.
He gasped in shock and so did I, because I hadn’t expected to hit him, but I didn’t regret it.
"LEAVE!" I seethed; my voice low. Dangerous.
That finally got him to move. He took small steps away from , his eyes wild in a way that I have never seen them before. He didn’t look like he was about to hit . If anything, he looked like he wanted to eat .
I pressed my thighs together to stop the throbbing ache going on down there and shakily pointed to the road. "Get out."
"Leilani."
"I said leave...!"
"Don’t regret this. I’m giving you an opportunity to return. To clear your na. To take you back to your family, your pack..."
"I’ll slap you again!" I spat, "...and I’ll slap you to the fucking moon if you don’t get the hell out of my sight!"
Zevran opened his mouth to speak again, but before the words could slip out, I stord into my house and slamd the door in his face, cutting off whatever gibberish he had to spew.
—And after trying so hard, but failing, to calm my raging heartbeat, I slipped to the floor, shaking as a nerve wracking sob tore through my very soul.
—
After several hours of binge-watching ’Euphoria’ and faking scenarios in my head where I was Maddie while Chalice was Cassie (I also compressed all triplets into Nate’s character), I had a shower, ate breakfast by 3:39pm and ordered an Uber— my car was still at the parking lot in Frostclaw. Inc so I couldn’t drive around yet— and then, my Uber drove off to the restaurant from yesterday.
Jean-George stood against the street like so dreamy spot from ’Barbie: Big city, big dreams’, but as soon as I paid for my fare and stepped into the fine space, my mood dimd like the street light across the road.
I frowned. "Stormborn."
The three brothers sat across from , their arms crossed over their chests as they watched approach. None of them rose to greet — not like I expected it
But it still stung.
I, on the other hand, didn’t try to sit because I hadn’t been asked to. "It’s not a pleasure to see you today." I drawled, ignoring their sharp eyes and handso faces.
And blissfully ignoring the red marks still shining on Zevran’s face like the pack’s flag.
"You asked us to et you today." Caelum drawled, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a strange sense of annoyance flooded my veins.
Out of the trio, Caelum hated the most. And the feeling was mutual.
I shrugged. "Yes, I did. We’re to reject ourselves today so that I can get to live my life freely without your constant interruptions, and so that you all can now freely wed our darling Chalice without fearing what I would do to sabotage your relationship."
At the sound of my words, they all froze. But Zevran seed to be the most affected. He slamd his fist against the table so hard, the drinks on it shook perilously, and then he rose to his feet slowly, his predatory eyes boring holes into my skin as he drawled;
"No."
My eyebrows shot to my hairline. I snorted; "Huh? No, what?"
"No, everything..."
"Zevran!" Kael and Caelum barked simultaneously as if in warning, but he ignored them, his eyes firmly drawn on my body.
"You have to co back to the pack, Leilani." He seethed in a commanding tone. But instead of feeling intimidated, I was utterly annoyed.
I rolled my eyes. "I’d rather die than do that."
User Comments
0 comments from readers