Chapter 31

Lila’s POV.

I gritted my teeth, folding my fist in anger. “Why would you do that?”

Kyril chuckled, stretching his hands towards me like he had never heard my question.

I turned around, ignoring the hand while I searched to make sure that it was actually him who called me like that.

“You don’t have to worry about my father.”

“I have to worry about him. I didn’t find him at the dining table when I left.”

Kyril walked on, walking past the garden into a meadow. “He’d be too drunk to remember anything that happened tonight.”

I watched him as he stopped, turning towards the castle. We were away from anyone, almost like we were free from the chains binding us to his father’s castle.

“You said you had something of importance to tell me,” I said as I stood in front of him.

“Yes, I do.” He answered, staring at me with a serious look on his face.

I took in a deep breath, waiting for him to drop the boulder.

“Why did you lock me out?”

“What?”

“When we kissed. You did not feel it?” He asked, walking closer to me.

I stepped away, swallowing hard as I remembered that moment. Not that I did not feel it, but I was growing an aversion to that feeling after the days I had spent with his father."

“You felt it too,” he said, stopping as he realized as I backed away. “We are destined for each other, and you know that it’s true.”

I looked away from him, feeling my heart thrum. My body acted differently, aching to pull out of the cage I had placed in that feeling.

“I love you, Lila.”

I raised my head to stare into his eyes. He stood, waiting for my response. My heart was beating wildly, like it was run over by a herd of cattle. I could feel it as well, but there was an obstacle.

“I.... want.. “

“We are made for each other,” he said, taking the chance to move closer to me. “You and I, together.”

The moon hung high, looking at us from up as we got closer. I do not know which lines tugged at my heart, but they pulled me within holding distance of him. He wasted no time wrapping his hands around my body.

His arms fitted perfectly around my waist like they were meant to hold me, caressing me as he pulled me closer like he would join us in the hour.

I raised my head to stare into his eyes. Blue like his father, but they never sought for death or violence. Like a calm water rippling down the brook, waiting for you to step onto its depth.

I stepped in, our lips drawing closer, calling for each other. My heart thrummed against my chest, just as I could feel his heart beating.

“What are we doing?” I asked him, hoping to hold his gaze, but he had me in his. His eyes darted as he gazed at me.

He shushed me, placing his lips on mine. I could feel their warmth—a forbidden kiss shared between the both of us under the moon.

The wind blew across, but I felt no cold. Only his warmth and his scent encompassed me, drawing me in like a fish to the fisherman’s net.

He pulled away, gasping for air, but I wanted more of him as I held his head, drawing his lips back to mine.

They tasted like honey, or did he eat honey? I did not want to ask as I sucked on his lower lips. My legs left the ground as he picked me up, letting me fulfill the thoughts in my head.

I pulled away gasping, feeling his hand caress my back, like it was searching for something.

“I want you,” he muttered.

Those words sounded like they spoke to my soul. My legs trembled while my inside called for him. I did not have to see what he held between his legs before my body called for him.

I offered no resistance as he laid me on the ground, kissing every part of me. His hands searched around my body, feeling me. Goosebumps on my skin as he kissed my neck, sucking fondly on them like they were his.

“I want you,” I pleaded, holding his face for him to see the hunger I felt.

He shook his head. A rejection that only made me want him more. His warm finger scratched my shoulders, pulling the sleeves of the gown away from my body.

I laid there, naked, for him to peer into my soul while he took off his shirt. His dick bulged in his trousers, aching to have me just as I wanted him. His clothes dropped to the ground, exposing a perfectly sculpted body from the goddess. I wanted to grab him, lick his body and make it mine, but he was on me, pressing me down.

“Lila.”

The way he pronounced the name caused a shiver in my body as his fingertips traced my body, stopping between my thighs. I moaned to his touch, arching my body to feel his hand move deeper.

He pulled away, kissing me again. His weight pressed on me as he climbed over me. His dick pulsed over the wall of my pussy, slipping against it as it poured out more liquid.

He pushed my legs out of the way, pressing his dick inside.

I moaned, stabbing my nails into his back as he pulled away, pushing himself deeper after each pull.

He rubbed my cheeks as he pushed his entire length inside me. “I love you, Lila. More than you could ever think of.”

I swallowed hard before our lips connected. His body, ramming down on mine as we fulfilled the lust our bodies wanted.

“I’m moaning,” I said to myself as I felt his length shredding me from the inside. They called out for him to continue, never stopping as he thrust in me.

“Harder.”

I called out as I held his face. He did, smacking his waist against my hip as I cried out in ecstasy. I wanted more of it as I wrapped my legs around his waist, sucking on the thumb he placed in my mouth.

His grunts turned me on with each stroke of thrust inside me.

His eyes held love I had not seen with his father. It told me of this I had not experienced as we sweated out from our activities. The night was chilly, keeping us in check while his dick filled my inside.

His pace increased, just as I could feel myself reaching the climax. He wasn’t stopping just as my legs vibrated in the air. I couldn’t see the dark skies anymore as I lost control of my body, just as I could feel his cum pouring inside me.

He dropped to the ground, panting and gasping for air. I was on my own, squirming with delight, but didn’t know what happened to me. I knew it was an orgasm, but the alpha only cared about his, leaving me craving for what I knew I’d never have.

A warm hand wrapped against my body, bulking me against him. His body was warm against the cold of the night as I felt my body relax into his.

I turned around, wrapping my hand around his body. He covered me fully, close like I could run away if I left his grasp.

I lay in that position, listening to his heart. I was the one thinking he would run away—I did not want this moment to pass over me. “Don’t be a lie,” I said to myself as I snuggled closer to him.