Chapter 13 Chapter 13
Chapter 13: You Want Me!
~ Ignas’s POV
My fingers found the towel, and I held it tight against my chest, as if the thin fabric could shield me from the heavy air closing in around us.
But he didn’t leave.
Lykon stood there, his hands clenching at his sides. His body was rigid. His eyes stayed locked on me, fixed on my face. I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his Adam's apple bobbed hard as he swallowed. The air felt heavy and thick.
“Aren't you listening to what I'm saying?!” I yelled, gripping the edge of my towel tight.
My heart thumped wildly against my chest. I wasn’t used to feeling this way. I felt exposed, both in skin and soul. The mate bond stretched between us like an invisible thread, pulling me closer even though my mind screamed for space, for control. My wolf howled and I felt my body get hit under his gaze.
“Lykon,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I told you to leave.”
But still, he didn’t move.
His eyes darkened, something deep and hungry swirling behind them. Slowly, carefully, like I was a wild animal ready to bolt, he took a step toward me.
“I've told you, Ignas,” he growled, taking another step forward, “That I am not a fucking kid to be ordered around. You're mine, damnit, Ignas, mine!” He growled.
I stiffened, my heart squeezing, my fingers clutching the towel tighter, as I stepped back as the space between us shrank with each step he took
“Don’t,” I warned, my voice sharper this time, trying to insert back the power I knew I had, but I felt it slipping through my fingers, like I was trying to grasp at air. “You don’t belong here. You’re nothing but trouble. You’re a weak, clueless man without a past.”
I thought my words would cut him, make him turn around and walk away, but they didn’t. He stood there, the corner of his mouth twitching in anger. And it only made me more furious, more scared.
Then he suddenly moved. He lunged at me, a low growl escaping from his lips as he jumped right in front of me.
“Lykon, I ordered you to—”
I didn't finish my sentence. One moment he was standing right at the door. The next moment, he's right in front of me, grabbing my face roughly and kissing me.
It wasn't a soft sweet kiss, no. It was intense, demanding and he plunged his tongue into my mouth. He didn't ask for permission. He took what he wanted however he wanted it and it made me feel hot all over.
I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve shouted at him, reminded him who I was. I was Alpha Ignas, the strong unbreakable woman Alpha. But I couldn’t. My body betrayed me, leaning ever so slightly into the warmth of his hand.
It was rough, hungry, and full of the need he’d been holding back since the moment our eyes first met. His hands dropped the last inch between us, gripping my waist and pulling me against him. The towel slipped, barely clinging to my skin as my hands pressed against his chest, trying to shove him away, but the strength I usually carried was gone.
The mate bond roared to life inside me. My wolf howled and jumped at the feeling of him. Of this. It had been long since she felt this. Since we felt this.
His lips devoured mine, desperate and firm, moving with the kind of passion that left no room for air. I gasped into his mouth, his hands tightening around me, fingers pressing into my bare ass as if he needed to remind himself I was real. My heart raced, my body burned, and for a moment, just a brief, stupid moment. I let myself fall.
I kissed him back with equal passion that mirrored my need for him. That feeling I'd been trying to suppress, denying myself from all these for years, finally unleashed. For a moment, I had forgotten how it felt to be touched.
I had forgotten how good this felt.
My hands slid from his chest to his shoulders, curling into his shirt, pulling him closer. His mouth moved to my jaw, down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. My body arched toward him, betraying me again, seeking the heat and the strength I had sworn to keep out.
I felt the hard press of his body and his cock against my stomach and I felt a low moan escape my lips. I was certain he felt it too because of the guttural growl that left his mouth and then the way he ground into me.
Goddess, he was already so hard.
His hands slid lower, hid rough palms mapping the bare skin of my hips, splaying his wide as if to claim every inch of me. His mouth found that sensitive spot below my ear, teeth grazing my skin, and I shuddered not from fear, but from the raw, pulsing need that surged through me, head to toe.
“Fuck,” he growled into my neck, his voice deep and rough, laced with a hunger so primal it rattled me to my bones. “You feel it, don’t you? You fucking want me.”
I wanted to deny it. Hell, I wanted to push him away because i hated how right he was. I wanted him to shove hid cock inside of me. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to remember how it felt to be loved once again.
His lips traced the line of my throat, and he flicked hid tongue against my skin, his teeth scraping and nipping until my knees threatened to buckle. His hand slid up my spine, fingers threading into my damp hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back, exposing my neck like prey, and he took the offering without hesitation, biting right at my neck in my most sensitive spot.
“Fuck, you smell like the moon,” he groaned, sinking his teeth into the spot like my opinion didn't matter.
“Mine.” He growled and almost immediately, his mouth crushed against mine again and this time, it was harder, rougher, and the world spun around us. I could taste him, wild and intoxicating, and I hated… gods, I hated how much I wanted more. His other hand squeezed my ass, lifting me slightly, pressing me against the hard length straining beneath his jeans.
The friction of it made my breath hitch, a raw gasp catching in my throat as my hips instinctively ground against him, chasing the pressure. I could feel the outline of him — thick, solid, aching for more. His scent flooded my senses, warm spice and rain-soaked earth, and I felt my walls begin to crack.
“You’ve been driving me fucking insane,” he muttered against my lips, voice thick with need. “Every second, every breath, Ignas... I want all of you. Every moment you push me away, it makes me want to throw you to the wall and show everyone how much gentleness you breathe when you're so needy.”
His hands roamed, thumbs brushing over the curve of my breasts, teasing me, coaxing more of those helpless sounds from deep inside me. The moment he caught one of my nipples between his fingers, I arched into his touch, a soft moan betraying me. My thighs pressed t
ogether instinctively, heat pooling deep inside me, pulsing, spreading.