Chapter 259: Like I belong to you

Chapter 259: Like I belong to you
Adeline's POV

Killian really drove me to his pack with me sitting on his laps. It was crazy, but I enjoyed every moment of it. When we got back, he still didn't let me go. Instead, he pulled me out and draped me over his shoulder.

I laughed. "You are going to carry me inside this way, aren't you?"

"Good you know that."

"This is not a good look for the future Luna." I protested, even though I couldn't stop laughing.

"Actually it is. People will see that we're getting along really well."

As he walked me into the pack house, people looked at us, probably surprised to see their Alpha acting this way. I waved to them as if I wasn't hanging from someone's shoulder.

Killian walked past his Beta who had a lot to say, Omegas and some other people who wouldn't tear their eyes off me. But he didn't pay them any attention. He only put me down when I got to the room.

He cupped my face and placed a kiss on my lips, closing his eyes like he was savouring the taste. "Will I ever get used to this?"

I chuckled. "You better do."

His smirk told me what he was going to say was anything but innocent. My cheeks warmed instantly, and he damn well knew it.

"I need you to shower, then rest," he murmured, thumb brushing my bottom lip. "I have something to take care of, and I’ll be busy for the next thirty minutes to one hour."

I opened my mouth to protest—because how dare he drop a line like that and then abandon me—but he pressed an index finger to my lips.

"When I return," he said, voice dropping to a low growl that slid right down my spine, "I want you ready for me."

My breath caught. "Ready… how exactly?"

His gaze narrowed, and he trailed his eyes from my face down to my breasts, and my nipples hardened behind my bra.

He raised my dress up suddenly, then he hooked his hands in the sides and pulled it down. "You're wet already, Mama."

Of course I was wet. What did he expect when he made me sit on his laps for two hours. It didn't help that I felt his erection between my legs, and I had no stop myself from grinding on it before I get us into an accident.

He kissed me down there, just the way he would kiss my lips, hungry and passionately, until my legs turned wobbly. Then he got up and covered my dress, while my pussy pulsed with need.

I expected him to leave now. Instead, he went into the closet and came back with something that made my eyes pop. The vibrator.

"You're gonna fix this on yourself after you shower. And you should be done in the next ten minutes because that's when I'm gonna turn it on." I swallowed, subtly clenching my thighs together. "Then..." His voice dropped a deciber, eyes darkening cruelly. "You are not allowed to come until I get here. No matter what."

"I don't think I can do that," I cleared my throat because my voice sounded foreign in my ears.

"You can. And you will."

Then he kissed the corner of my mouth, turned, and walked out like he hadn’t just set my whole body on fire.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, his words playing like a loop in my head. I found my way to the bathroom quickly, and in about seven minutes, I was done with my shower. Then I put on one of my red silk nightgown, the fabric not doing enough to cover my boobs.

When I settled into bed, I took out the vibrator and placed it on me. Just the way he did last time. I then lay back on the bed and took out my phone, wanting to keep my mind distracted from the fact that I could be tormented any moment from now. I had a tonne of messages from my friends, but if I was honest to myself, I couldn't even read right now. The thought of Killian holding the remote to the vibrator made me restless.

Thirty seconds later, the first pulse hit. A low, teasing thrum that made me gasp and grip the sheets. Another pulse—stronger. Then a slow, wicked climb that had me squeezing my thighs together, biting down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud.

Goddess! I've expected this. But the impact still came as a shock.

He was doing this from wherever he was. Probably sitting at his desk, might be in a meeting, thumb circling the dial, smirking like the devil he was. The rhythm changed—short, sharp bursts that had my hips jerking off the bed. I fell back against the pillows, one hand clamped over my mouth, wondering how I was going to survive the next twenty to fifty minutes without coming.

Every nerve was on fire, toes curling and back arching. Please, please, please—I could feel the edge rushing toward me, bright and merciless.

I tried to think of anything. Of my brothers fussing over me. Of Cami and Kameron fighting over their toys. Of Beta Elijah being a terror in Killian's ass. Of Zara acting like an annoying mother hen. Of David and Dante gossiping. But each time, the thoughts circled back to my reality. Me, completely at Killian's mercy.

I was so close. So so close, and I didn't trust myself to hold back much longer.

The vibrations stopped unexpectedly, and I sobbed in relief. Then I regretted it immediately because it came back twice as hard in a relentless, punishing pace that had me writhing, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

Killian, please, please.

My whole body was one exposed bundle of nerves. I rolled into my stomach, burying my face in the pillow and screamed into it. It wasn't any help that the pillow smelled just like him.

I lost track of time. Of dignity. Of everything except the desperate, clawing need to come and the iron command ringing in my head: Not until I get here.

What's the worst that will happen if I disobey?

I regretted that thought immediately because I couldn't hold back anymore. It didn't help that the vibrations went up up a notch, and I had to bite into the pillow to keep from screaming.

I shattered right there and then, surrending to the insane sensation before I could stop myself.

As if the Goddess wanted to punish me, the door opened and Killian stepped in. He was on a phone call, but his eyes were narrowed to my shaking legs and wrecked form.

He didn't look pleased. Very far from it.

"I'll call you back," he said, before hanging up the phone and slipping it into his front pocket.

"I'm sorry," I cried, "I couldn't hold it."

He shut the door with a soft click that somehow sounded louder than a gunshot. The vibrator was still buzzed inside me, merciless, because he hadn't turned it off yet. Every tiny movement of my hips made it worse. My thighs were slick, trembling, and I couldn’t close them because I wanted him to see.

Killian didn't speak. He just stood at the foot of the bed, arms folded, watching me like a wolf deciding which part of the deer to tear into first.

Then: "You came."

"The vi...brations...were too...much."

He didn't look impressed. "How many times did come, Adeline?"

Hearing my name from his mouth with that dark look in his face added to the crazy sensation that had been tormenting my entire being. "Just once."

"When I asked you not to."

He lifted the remote between two fingers, pressed a button, and the vibrations died instantly. Sweet, cruel relief.

"You turned it so high," I protested, blinking the tears away from my lids.

"I wanted to see how much my Luna can take. Apparently, not much."

My eyes widened. That wasn't much?

"That's just six of ten, baby." He took something out of his pocket, and it took me a moment to realize that it was a condom. "The next time, you're gonna take it all."

The thought made me shiver with both terror and anticipation. Something must be wrong with me.

He moved then, slow and deliberate, and I watched as he took off his shirt. My pulse spiked when he reached for his belt, and I sat up in anticipation.

"You're going to cum again, Mama," he murmured, as his trousers fell off. "But this time, it will be on my cock."

Oh my goodness gracious!

His briefs followed, and now I was staring at my mate in all his naked glory. My throat went dry as I took in the length of him. He was already so hard, and my body tingled at the thought of taking all that inside of me.

"Scared?" He asked,fixing the condom on himself.

I nodded. "Yes."

The bed dipped as he crawled forward, and when he got to me, he hooked his fingers in the straps of my nightgown. With one smooth tug, he ripped it straight down the middle. Cool air hit me without warning, and I gasped.

"I'll be gentle."

Killian grabbed my legs and pulled me to himself, and my heart picked up a crazy rhythm.

He spread my thighs wide, settling between them like he belonged there.
His palms slid up the backs of my legs, slow, reverent, until my knees were hooked over his shoulders and I was completely open to him. The head of his cock nudged my entrance, slick and hot, but he didn't push in. Not yet.

"Tell me what you want, Mama."

I dragged in air through my mouth before I answered. "You. You inside of me."

I leaned in until his forehead was pressed against mine. "Tell me what I want to hear."

My face flushed with embarrassment. But I said it anyway. "I want you to fuck me, Killian. Fuck me, mark me and claim me like I belong to you."

A groan escaped his throat as his eyes shut tightly. Then his hands tightened around my thighs before he slid his length inside of me.