Chapter 88 Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Chapter 88
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"Then perhaps you should also be resting since you have only just had your ceremony, Alpha," I shot back, the words laced with a mix of sarcasm and genuine concern. My heart pounded as I watched the flicker of amusement in his eyes, the way his lips curved into that familiar, dangerous smirk.

He stared at me for a long moment, the air between us thickening with unspoken tension. "Is that what you want, Luna?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a low rumble that sent shivers racing down my spine. "You want us to do our husband and wife duties? A honeymoon?"

My face flushed hot, heat blooming across my cheeks and neck like wildfire. Honeymoon.

The word hadn't even crossed my mind amid the chaos of borders and threats, but now that he said it, it hung there, tempting and right in a way that twisted my insides.

Instead of staying with me after the ceremony, sealing our bond in the quiet intimacy we both craved, he'd rushed off to the border, leaving me alone with Hunter's watchful eyes and the pull of the training grounds where I'd sought some semblance of control.

"No, that's not what I mean," I stammered, my voice shaking as I tried to steady myself, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Especially with Alric and his..."

Kane cut me off, his hand shooting out to grip my chin gently but firmly, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. "I would rather fuck that tight pussy of yours and lay in your arms than deal with one fucking poisonous arrow in my body," he growled, the raw hunger in his tone stripping away any pretense.

Before I could process the heat pooling low in my belly at his blunt words, he leaned in, his large hand sliding to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me close.

His lips crashed against mine, the kiss starting slow, a teasing brush of mouths, his breath warm and tasting faintly of the herbs Sera had used on his wound. But then it deepened, his tongue sweeping in to claim mine with a fierce passion that made my knees weaken.

I melted into him, my hands fisting in his shirt as he devoured me, the world narrowing to the slide of his lips, the possessive grip holding me in place.

My body responded instinctively, a soft moan escaping as desire ignited, chasing away the lingering ache of his absence.

Kane's arm tightened around my waist, drawing me impossibly closer until I was straddling him fully, my legs spreading wide over his thighs as I settled into his lap.

The heat of his body seeped through our clothes, his hardness pressing insistently against me, making my core clench with need.

My hand slid to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his dark hair as I pulled him deeper into the kiss, our tongues tangling in a heated dance that left me breathless.

But then reality crashed back in, the scent of blood from his wound, the distant murmur of voices outside the chamber door.

I pulled back abruptly, my chest heaving. "You should rest before the healer comes," I whispered, my voice laced with worry even as desire throbbed through me.

His eyes darkened, a predatory gleam flashing as his hands gripped my waist, holding me firm against him. "Don't run away now, little kitten," he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated against my skin. "After what you've started."

Heat flooded my face, my cheeks burning as I opened my mouth to protest, to remind him of the poison still lingering in his veins. But before a word could escape, his lips silenced me, claiming mine again in a fierce, demanding kiss that stole my breath.

His hand roamed lower, settling on my lap, fingers tracing the rough fabric of my training trousers, pressing just enough to make me squirm.

He broke the kiss only to speak against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. "This is why I hate these fucking training clothes."

A surprised chuckle bubbled up from my throat, muffled against his mouth, easing the tension for a heartbeat. I nipped at his lower lip, my body arching instinctively toward his touch.

"Are you sure this is safe?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of concern and aching want, my hands braced on his shoulders to steady myself.

Kane's smirk returned, wicked and unrepentant, as he flexed his hips upward, grinding his cock against my core through the layers of fabric. "We'll have to try it to find out."

The challenge in his eyes ignited something bold in me. Slowly, deliberately, I slid off his lap and stood before him, my fingers hooking into the hem of my tunic.

I peeled it up and over my head, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud, exposing my breasts to the cool air of the chamber.

His gaze raked over me, intense and hungry, darkening as my nipples hardened under his stare.

Emboldened, I unfastened the ties of my trousers next, shimmying them down my hips inch by inch, the fabric whispering against my skin as I revealed the curve of my ass, the soft mound of my pussy already slick with arousal.

I stepped out of them gracefully, kicking them aside, standing bare and vulnerable before him, my skin flushing under the weight of his unwavering attention.

He leaned back slightly, his injured form not diminishing the raw power in his stare, his cock straining visibly against his own pants as he watched every movement, every sway of my hips.

My skin tingled under his gaze, every inch of me exposed and alive with anticipation. The air in the chamber felt thicker now, charged with the scent of our arousal mingling with the faint metallic tang from his wound.

I couldn't tear my eyes from his, the way they devoured me, promising both pleasure and possession. Stepping closer, I reached for the waistband of his pants, my fingers brushing the coarse fabric and the hard ridge of his erection beneath.