Eira’s POV
"I gave you a chance to leave, but you chose to stay." His hand settled along my jaw, thumb tracing slowly over my lower lip as if morizing the shape of it. "Will you regret it later?"
"I won’t," I whispered. The words ca softer than I intended, but they were true. Standing this close to him, feeling the heat radiating from his body, I couldn’t think of leaving.
"The hurt wolf is more dangerous than you can think of," he murmured, his voice rough, heavy with restraint.
Maybe that was exactly why I stayed.
"Eira..." His tone lowered, warning and longing tangled together. "I ant it when I said you won’t be leaving this room tonight."
"I heard you." I didn’t break eye contact. Sothing inside refused to step back now.
His gaze darkened, searching mine as if waiting for to falter.
I didn’t.
My hands lifted instinctively, wanting to touch him, to soothe the tension I could feel coiled beneath his skin. But his fingers closed around my wrists, pinning them gently above my head against the door.
"Last warning," he breathed, though the tremor in his voice betrayed how thin his control had beco.
"Are you unwilling?" I asked quietly. "Then I’ll leave."
The words barely left my lips before his restraint snapped.
"You..." he exhaled, and then his mouth covered mine.
The kiss was not rushed. It wasn’t wild. It was deep, slow, consuming, as if he had waited far too long to allow himself this mont. His free hand slid to my waist, pulling closer, holding steady.
He slled like mint and smoke. He must have smoked a while ago, and damn these days I loved this lingering scent of smoke on my mates.
I didn’t hold back either, kissing him with all I had.
My breath tangled with his. My greedy tongue sought for his, loving the every stroke of his tongue in my mouth, so skilled and lting into the intensity of it.
Every heartbeat felt louder, heavier, echoing through my chest.
He didn’t devour . He savored .
And that made it more dangerous.
My body inclined to press against his, but his hand at my waist held in a place to retrain . He was caring towards my slightly round belly and our child, while I almost forgot about it in the heat of a mont.
How much more he was going to make adore with his thoughtful actions? He was just making fall for him harder that I already was.
His lips softened after a mont, the tension lting into sothing warr, more intimate. He lingered there, forehead brushing mine, his breath uneven.
"You don’t know what you’re asking for," he whispered again, the warning rough and low, vibrating against my lips.
"Maybe," I murmured, my breath unsteady. "But I know who I’m asking."
His gaze softened, the wild edge in his eyes easing just enough to reveal the man beneath the wolf, before kissing again.
"Your mate," he rasped, his voice hoarse, breath scorching my skin as we both gasped for air. "You have every right."
His lips returned to mine, slower this ti, as if he wanted to feel every breath I took.
He tilted his head, changing the angle of the kiss, and a soft sound slipped from my throat before I could stop it.
His breath hitched.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, restraint snapping thread by thread. "I am going to make you moan louder than that."
Heat rushed through at his promise. The bond between us pulsed, alive and hungry, urging closer, urging to surrender every guarded part of myself to him.
Now I understood what it ant to have a mate. Not just a lover, not just a partner. Soone you could give your soul to willingly, completely. Nothing felt more raw, more sacred than this mont.
He freed my hands, creating space between us only to lace our fingers together, grounding before guiding away from the door. I barely noticed my steps as he led toward the dark leathered couch, his gaze never leaving mine, heavy and consuming.
When we stopped, he didn’t ask again. Wordlessly, slowly, his hands moved to my dress, peeling it away from with a deliberate patience that made every nerve in my body burn.
"I am going to take you right here," he said, voice thick with promise. "On this couch."
The words sent a shiver down my spine.
Monts later I stood naked before him, exposed under the intensity of his stare. Yet there was no sha, only a boldness rising inside as I lifted my chin and t his gaze, silently daring him to do exactly what he threatened.
He lowered onto the sofa with unexpected gentleness, one arm supporting my back as if I were sothing precious even while his dark eyes devoured every inch of my body.
Slowly he moved back, shrugging off the dark robe, letting it fall away on the floor.
My breath caught.
His body was a map of strength and battle, wounds and bandages scattered across hard muscle, so scars still raw. He looked like a wounded predator, dangerous and untad, every part of him coiled with restrained desire, ready to destroy whatever cos in his sight.
And at this mont, I was the only thing in his sight.
His earlier words echoed in my mind. ’The hurt wolf is more dangerous than you can think of.’
My eyes betrayed before I could stop them, drifting down his body, lingering where raw strength and restrained hunger t.
The sight of his hard cock made swallow hard, but at the sa ti made aware of the ache between my thighs, where it craved for him.
Heat spread through , anticipation tightening my breath as I swallowed hard. Alpha for a dangerous. Everything about him should be intimidating, even it was his cock.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
His lips curved into a wicked smirk, maybe taking a pride in how he made feel. Boldly flaunting his nakedness at how it affected .
He lowered himself over slowly onto the wide leather couch. One arm braced beside , careful of my belly, careful of our child, while his other hand ca up to cup my cheek.
His thumb traced my skin, gentle, almost reverent, before his mouth claid mine again.
The kiss stole the air from my lungs, the heat of his body spreading in .
His hand slid from my cheek down my throat, leaving a trail of warmth that made my breath catch.
I arched toward him without aning to, and his hand touched just where I wanted him to.
His hand cupped and squeezed my breasts, drawing moans through, that his mouth swallowed.
A soft sound slipped from my lips, and his answering groan vibrated against my mouth, low and wild when his lower body brushed against my thighs, his hard cock rubbed against my aching cunt.
But the next mont his hand replaced his cock, his fingers running through my folds as if making sure I was ready.
He seed just as impatient I was.
"Kael..." I gasped at the way his fingers had broke every ounce of patience in .
"Hmm?" he gazed at , his fingers entering . My legs already parted begging him to give what he had promised a while ago.
I gasped, and pleaded, "Kael..."
He acted as if he didn’t understand, and the sa ti curling his fingers inside , streching , his thumb circling my clit.
"Just do it..." I said, impatient.
in response his dark gaze simply stared at .
Gosh! He wanted to say it.
"Just fuck ...I want it, now...." My voice trembled between the loud gasp under what his fingers were making feel. "Please..."
He smirked, his fingers stopped as he settle between my legs, his cock nudging against my hole.
He lowered himself over entirely covering my body under his, his both hands elbowed on my side as he slowly moved and his cock swiftly entered inside .
My breath stuck in my throat, my hands clutched his shoulder, "Please don’t stop..." I couldn’t believe myself, begging like a whore.
Maybe every shewolf was just that to her mate.
His hips moved skilfully between my parted legs that opened wide on their own just to take all of him inside as much I could.
As he moved, his one hand strangled my throat in a firm hold, but not enough to choke . He swept into another intense kiss as he moved inside , not more aggressive, each thrust hitting just perfect, pushing to the heights where my soul wished to reach.
My grip tightened at his shoulder, my nails anchoring into his skin, drawing blood from already wounded body, but I didn’t care.
He was just as wild as , the wild, intense growl left his throat with each of his hard thrust, the next one powerful than previous one.
My hand slid to his buttocks, feeling the muscles as he pounded inside like a wild wolf he was.
His study room filled with the wild sounds of intimacy, each moan of mine getting louder with passing mont, calling his na like a crazy bitch I was, asking him to fuck harder and faster.
And he was giving just that.
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