Chapter 17 Noble Resistance
Sienna
It was electrifying. I’ve been kissed before, but this? This was different. Coming from him, it felt like a trap I was more than happy to fall into.
It tasted like victory and pure, unfiltered desperation. A dark, addictive cocktail that went straight to my head and settled somewhere much lower.
A moan escaped me as he forced my lips apart. He didn’t ask; he just took, his tongue sweeping against mine in a hot, wet slide that sent a violent shiver down my spine. My core clenched, that annoying, aching emptiness finally making itself known.
His hand at the nape of my neck was firm, his fingers tangling in my hair like he was deciding whether to keep me or break me. I kissed him back with everything I had, my hands clutching the hard planes of his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt straining under my grip.
But the goddamn desk was in the way, keeping his heat from searing into mine. I wanted to feel the solid wall of his chest crushing my breasts. I wanted the air forced from my lungs by his weight.
He bit my lower lip, a sudden sting that made me gasp, and then soothed it with a slow, languid lick that was the most obscene thing I’d ever felt.
A needy sound bubbled up in my throat, and I tried to wrap myself around him, to fuse our bodies together. But just as my fingers brushed the short hairs at his nape, he ripped himself away as if my skin had turned into literal fire.
The loss of contact was a total shock. I swayed, blinking up at him with swollen, wet lips, my mind still fogged with the taste of him.
“I… sorry.” He gritted the words out through clenched teeth. He was staring at me, his eyes looked pained.
The apology hit me like a bucket of ice water, but it didn't put out the fire; it just made the steam rise hotter. Sorry? For what? For finally giving me what I’d been screaming for?
“Don't you dare say sorry,” I breathed, my voice wrecked and shaky.
Right then and there, I was ready to lay it all out. I didn’t care about my pride or the consequences anymore. I just needed him to hear it.
“Sev, I lo—”
“Stop, Sien.” His voice was final. It wasn’t even angry—it was resigned. And in that one command, I saw it. The look in his eyes.
That was the moment the floor dropped out from under me. He knew. He had always known how I felt about him.
He’d watched me pine after him like a pathetic puppy, watched me try every stupid trick in the book, and he’d just… let me. Usually, a dismissal like that would have sent me running to my room to cry, but the taste of him was still fresh on my tongue.
He had kissed me back. He’d kissed me like he was starving, and no amount of "Alpha" stoicism could erase that.
Well, fuck his noble resistance.
I had nothing left to lose. My dignity had already burned and sunk.
Instead of cowering, I felt a surge of pure, reckless adrenaline. I reached out and, in one violent sweep, I shoved everything off his desk. Documents caught the air like frantic birds, scattering across the floor, and his expensive pen set clattered into the shadows. I didn't want papers between us. I didn't want logic or "right" or "wrong." I just wanted him to stop pretending.
“Those are important—” he started, that "Alpha" voice snapping back into place.
I didn't let him finish. While he was processing the mess, I moved. I hoisted myself up, planting my palms on the cleared wood and swinging my leg over, scrambling onto the desk on my knees. I was finally on his level, looking at his startled face.
I didn't give him a second to breathe or regain that annoying composure. I fisted my hands in his crisp shirt, the fabric bunching under my knuckles as I yanked him toward me.
Then I bit his lip. Hard. A mirror of his own move but fueled by every bit of my frustration. I felt him jolt. I pulled back just enough to bite my own lip, my eyes locked on his, daring him to look away.
Something in him shattered.
With a low, guttural sound, his hands slammed onto the desk before sliding under my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin. He hauled me forward in one powerful jerk, forcing me to sit on the very edge of the table.
My legs fell open instinctively, and he stepped right into the space between them, caging me in with the sheer heat of his body.
All I could feel was the heat radiating from him, the scent of his skin, and the hard line of his thighs pressing against the insides of mine.
He didn’t go for my lips. Not yet. He trailed searing kisses down my jaw and over the frantic pulse in my throat. He moved lower, his hot breath washing over my collarbone as a weak sound escaped me.
He nudged the neckline of my dress down, just enough to expose the swell of my breast. His mouth closed over the curve, sucking deep and slow. A sharp cry tore from my throat.
The sensation was a direct line of fire to my core, which was now throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I arched off the desk, pushing myself into him, my nipples aching for that same devastating attention.
He released my skin with a wet sound and lifted his head, his eyes blazing as he took in my wrecked expression and the red mark blooming on my skin.
He growled again and captured my lips. This wasn't a battle for control anymore; it was a surrender to chaos. It was deep, filthy, and consuming. His tongue mapped every inch of my mouth while his hands slid to my lower back, crushing me against him.
And then I felt it. The hard, thick ridge of him straining against his tailored pants, pressing right against me. It was electric. I rocked my hips forward instinctively, seeking that friction, seeking more.
He groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through my entire body. One hand fisted in my hair, angling my head to devour me, while the other locked me to him. I could feel every muscle, every frantic beat of his heart.
This was it. I was ready to fall off the edge. My hands scrambled at his shirt, wanting it gone.
But then, as suddenly as it had started, the heat vanished.
He pushed me away.
“Fine then, princess. You win,” he rasped, his voice dropping into a register so low it made my toes curl. He leaned in, his shadow completely swallowing me as his grip on my thighs tightened. “But don’t you dare blame me for what happens next.”