Eira’s POV
I didn’t know what had happened to . I wanted him badly. My body seed to be drawn to him all the ti, maybe because we were mates or partly because I was pregnant.
I had co to accept the bond between us and wished to give in to how fate had tied us together. I didn’t want to resist and destroy the peace I was in.
When he kissed , I swear I wanted it more than him. The warmth of his body was so comforting, and his scent felt like protection around , enveloping to shield from the evil of this world. Strangely, this cold and emotionless man from the past, whom I always preferred to maintain distance from, wasn’t the sa anymore.
He should have been the last person I could ever see my future with, but now not only was he my mate, he was the father of my kids.
Life was truly unpredictable. What I had always dreamt of never happened the way I imagined.
When he asked if I wanted it to continue, I couldn’t say no.
I accepted his hand and followed him to the bathroom without any care.
Once inside that lavishly huge bathroom, he locked the door and turned to . I swallowed hard at the way he looked at . I wondered what exactly he planned to do here, if not on the bed.
He first grabbed a white towel from the shelf and spread it on the marble sink counter. My gaze silently followed him as he finally stood before .
Before I could understand, he lifted and made sit on the sink platform, on the towel he had spread there. Now I understood he used the towel to protect from the cold marble surface.
Should I call him thoughtful? He seed to have always been like this, taking care of even the smallest things that we wouldn’t even notice. A perfect planner.
He stood before , leaning down until his face was only inches away, both his hands braced on the platform beside , trapping between his body and the marble behind . He didn’t touch at first. He just looked at , as if he had never truly seen before, as if he was committing every detail of to mory.
The intensity of his gaze made my breath hitch.
I dared to look back at him, and the mont our eyes t, sothing tightened painfully in my chest. His gaze was soft, yet unbearably intense, the kind that stripped away every layer of defense and reached straight into my heart.
Up close, I realised just how breathtakingly handso he was. His dark eyes, frad by thick brows, carried a depth that felt dangerous, as if they could pull my soul apart just by holding like this. My gaze traced his features slowly, almost reverently. Every line of his face was carved with cruel perfection. Maybe that was the curse of being a top tier Alpha. Nature had made him irresistible without rcy.
His fingers finally moved, brushing my cheek with a tenderness that sent a shiver through . His head tilted slightly, as if he was trying to absorb .
That single caress rooted in place, my body responding before my mind could catch up, my soul recognising him.
"You are beautiful," he said, his voice low and husky, vibrating straight through . "You have always been."
The words struck . In my mind, I was a woman marked with ugly scars, not just on my body but deep within my soul. Yet these n, these Alphas, still looked at like this. If they had said it five years ago, I would have believed them without hesitation.
"I... am not..." I whispered, the words barely leaving my lips.
His fingers lifted my chin, his thumb slowly brushing over it, deliberate and possessive. "You should trust when I say it," he murmured, his face moving closer until his breath ward my lips. "Lying is not my forte."
My thoughts scattered. My gaze betrayed , drifting down to his lips, full and inviting, so close that it was torture not to touch them.
His fingers tightened just slightly, tipping my chin upward, forcing my attention back to him. "Tongue," he whispered softly.
My body obeyed before my mind could question it.
The mont I parted my lips, he kissed . His tongue t mine with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs, his hand sliding into my hair, anchoring to him. The kiss was deep, consuming, his mouth claiming mine with an intensity that left no room for hesitation or doubt.
I clutched his shirt desperately, my fingers curling into the fabric as if it was the only thing keeping upright. He felt overwhelming, powerful, controlled yet on the edge of losing it entirely, as if he was holding himself back from devouring whole.
And I didn’t want him to stop.
As we kissed, his hand supported my back while his other hand parted my legs, settling firmly between them. The air around us burned, heated by our unapologetic intimacy.
My fingers fisted in his shirt, dragging him closer even as the kiss stole my breath. I did not think of rcy for myself, but he did. He pulled away from my mouth, his voice hoarse and thick with heat.
"You should breathe."
My vision was hazy as I looked at him, my gaze still clinging to his lips, lips that looked dangerously tempting. I wanted to bite them. How could soone be so unbearably hot, so devastatingly sexy?
My brows creased in protest. Who asked him to stop?
As if he could hear my thoughts, his hand slid into my hair, gripping the back of my head and tilting my face up completely.
"Let’s give your mouth so rest," he murmured, before diving into my neck.
A helpless moan slipped from my throat as his mouth traced along my skin. His tongue dragged slowly from the base of my neck upward, lingering, teasing, until his teeth closed in to bite gently over my chin.
Whatever it was, it felt intoxicatingly good.
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