Eira’s POV
That was all it took. A slow swipe of his tongue along my lower lip, as if tasting the faint sweetness left behind, sent a sharp spark racing through . My breath hitched.
Another slow stroke followed before his tongue pried my mouth open and claid deeper, stealing the air from my lungs and holding captive against him.
Damn. The skill this man had was nothing like what I would expect from a robust warrior who looked like he only knew how to fuck rcilessly and walk away.
Both his hands tangled into my hair at the back of my head, supporting my tilted face. The tips of his fingers grazed my scalp gently, as if grounding the violent storm of desire raging inside him, restraining it from breaking loose. It was effortless for him to angle my face however he wanted, and strangely comforting for to surrender to that control.
It felt so perfect that I could not help but respond. My hands slid to his sides, gripping the fabric of his T shirt to steady myself against the overwhelming force he carried.
I felt myself lting into him.
There was sothing about these alpha brothers. Whenever they stepped into my space, resisting them beca impossible. Either they were ant for in ways I could not understand, or my wolf was simply too horny and needy to think straight.
The faint scent of smoke mixed with sothing darker clung to him, wrapping around my senses like a heavy haze. Every subtle movent of his mouth sent my pulse racing faster, my wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin.
The world narrowed to nothing but the quiet rhythm of our breathing. His lips moved against mine with patience at first, then with a growing hunger that drew closer until breathing itself felt like a struggle.
When he finally showed rcy, a soft gasp slipped out as his nose brushed mine. His breath was warm and uneven, his eyes shut tightly, as if he were fighting sothing deep within himself.
"Fuck..." he growled against my lips, the sound low and rough, as though holding back had beco unbearable.
I swore I felt his wolf stirring beneath the surface, urging him toward sothing darker, dangerous enough to make swallow nervously.
I had been with Kael and Roman without fear, but Lucian was different. He unsettled in ways I could not na, leaving wondering what he truly was beneath that controlled exterior.
His lips lingered against mine in softer brushes, as though he were calming himself through my scent. My heart pounded wildly, my breath uneven as I remained suspended between comfort and fear.
"Eira..." he whispered against my mouth, my na sounding almost like a plea.
"Hmm?"
"What Rafe said today, ignore it," he murmured, his voice low, as if it were the most urgent thing in the world at that mont.
The words pulled back to reality. He leaned away slightly and looked straight into my eyes.
"I did kiss a guy," he admitted quietly, "but it was to protect him. It ant nothing more than that. Absolutely nothing."
I continued to observe him quietly. Alright. He did not have to explain anything to . There was nothing wrong even if he had kissed soone, right? Then why did he look as though he had committed a sin, when he himself said it was only to protect that guy?
That made wonder what kind of protection involved kissing.
Well, that was for him to tell if he ever wished to. From the look in his eyes, I could sense he did not want to speak about it any further.
"The only person I love is you and has always been you. The only one I want to do every wild thing I have in my mind with," he said again, his voice earnest, as if he feared I would doubt him if he did not make himself clear. "I have been in love with you since the day you ca to my ho for the first ti. You are the only one for , and it will remain that way until the end of my life. Do you believe ?"
I nodded.
He released a relieved breath, his face moving closer again to capture my lips. After such an honest confession, I did not push him away.
But just then the lights around us flickered on, startling .
"If you two are done with it, let’s get to the important part of the night," a familiar voice called out.
Rafe.
Lucian stopped kissing and we both turned to look.
Rafe was not alone. Roman, Kael, and Jason stood there as well.
Why were they awake? And what was that huge box in Jason’s hands?
"We are not done yet," Lucian told them before leaning in and resuming the kiss.
I wanted to tell him to stop. They were all watching, and my two mates were right there, witnessing everything.
But he murmured between kisses, refusing to let go, "Ignore them for a while. They don’t mind."
Damn it. Their brotherhood was really sothing, and this bastard really had no intention of stopping.
I had no choice but to comply, though embarrassnt crept over . As if that was not enough, I watched Jason walk into the kitchen, pass behind Lucian, and grab sothing from the counter.
Jason picked up a knife and walked away. A knife. Why?
Half of my attention remained trapped in the kiss, while the other half followed the strange movents around us.
Finally Lucian pulled back, looking at with a satisfied expression, as if he had just enjoyed a perfect al.
He allowed a mont to breathe before lifting down from the platform. "Let’s go."
After kissing senseless, he was now going to parade in front of his brothers. In front of my two mates.
I accepted my fate and allowed him to lead to the sofa, where he gently made sit. I had no idea what was happening or why all of them were awake at the sa ti.
On the table in front of , Jason placed a huge cake. The others gathered around it, standing close as if guarding a secret.
"Anyone’s birthday today?" I asked, my gaze moving from one face to another.
"You will know if you take a look at the cake," Jason replied, stepping back to join his brothers. The five of them stood in a curved line around the table.
I lowered my gaze to the cake.
There it was. The na written across the frosting.
Eira.
My na.
Confusion settled over . I did not even know it was my birthday. All I had ever known was a fake date, a fabricated mory ant to hide the truth.
So they had found the real one. From the story I had told them about the witch, the day she ca to et .
"Today’s my birthday?" I murmured, lifting my head to look at them again, silently asking for confirmation.
"It is," Kael said softly. "Your real birth date."
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