Chapter 59 I hate this
~Sage~
The kiss was light at first. A gentle touch of our lips, sweet, and meant to be brief.
But then something caught fire between us.
I should have pulled away. I should have reminded myself of all the reasons this was dangerous, forbidden, impossible. Damon would destroy us both if he found out the truth. Right now, he only suspects that there's something going on between his son and I, but he doesn't even know that the virginity he has been waiting to take like a trophy has been torn into by his son.
If he eventually finds that out, the pack would be torn apart. Everything we worked to protect would turn to ash.
But Keith was not just my lover. He was my mate. And when his lips moved against mine, I found myself drowning in the kiss. Even though every smart thought screamed at me to stop.
A soft gasp left me as he made the kiss deeper. His tongue swept against mine. He tasted me like I was the sweetest thing he had ever had. His hands slid up my back. His fingers spread across my shoulders. He pulled me so close that not even a shard of moonlight could fit between our bodies.
He kissed me like a man who was starving. Like he had been lost in a desert for years. Like I was the first water he had tasted. Like this moment was all that existed. Just us, wrapped in shadows and desire.
My fingers grabbed his shirt. I held onto him as my knees got weak. My wolf howled inside me. She cried out for the bond we were always meant to share. She demanded that I show everyone his mark on my neck.
Keith's lips moved from my mouth to my jaw. He pressed hot, wet kisses along my throat. Each touch of his mouth sent sparks through my body. Heat pooled low in my belly. It built into an ache that almost hurt.
"You taste like heaven," he said against my skin. His voice was thick with desire. "Like everything I have ever wanted."
His teeth scraped the sensitive spot below my ear. I could not hold back the moan that escaped my lips. My head fell back. I gave him better access and he accepted with a growl of approval.
"Keith," I breathed.
I wanted to tell him to stop, but my voice only egged him on. He increased his intensity, rocking my hips against him so that I could feel how hard he was.
He kissed lower. His mouth left a trail of fire down my neck. He stopped at the place where my shoulder met my throat. The place where his mark hid under my makeup. The mark that proved I was his.
His lips stayed there. I felt his fangs come out. They scraped lightly against my skin. Right over the hidden mark. The feeling sent a shiver through my whole body. Pleasure and need came together into something I could barely stand.
"I hate this," he said against my skin. His breath was hot and rough. "I hate that you cover my mark. I hate that no one knows you belong to me."
His hands found the curve of my hips. He gripped me tight and pressed me back against the bark of a tree. It was so different from the burning heat of his body against my front.
"I want to wash that makeup off right now," he said. His voice was breaking with raw emotion. "I want everyone to see what you are to me. My mate. Mine."
His thigh pressed between my legs. A whimper escaped me at the sweet pressure. My body was giving in to him completely now. I arched into him. I wanted more contact. More friction. More of everything he was giving me.
"Do you know how hard it was tonight?" he growled. He nipped at my collarbone. "Watching her touch me when all I want is you. Sitting at that table pretending we are nothing to each other. When I have already marked you as mine."
His hand slid up my side. His thumb brushed the side of my breast through my dress. The touch was lightly teasing.
"Tell me you do not feel this," he challenged. He rolled his hips against mine, his hard length causing friction against the top of my clit as he humped me. "Tell me your body does not come alive when I touch you."
I could not tell him that. It would be the biggest lie I ever told.
My body was on fire. Every part of me had woken up under his touch. I was singing with pleasure. Desperate for more. The ache between my thighs had become almost too much. I found myself moving against his leg without thinking about it.
"That is it, baby," he said with approval. He captured my lips in another burning kiss. "Let yourself feel it. Feel how good we are together."
His tongue danced with mine. His hand finally cupped my breast fully. His thumb circled my hard nipple through the dress. I gasped into his mouth. My fingers went through his hair. I pulled him closer. Deeper. Harder.
This was madness. Pure, beautiful madness.
And I never wanted it to stop.
Keith broke the kiss. His eyes blazed with gold fire as he looked down at me. "I love you," he said with fierce passion. "I will never love anyone but you. Not Riana. Not anyone else my father puts in front of me. You are my mate, Sage. My everything."
His mouth went back to my throat. His teeth scraped over his hidden mark.
"Let me tell them," he begged. His voice was shattered with desire. "Let me wash off that makeup. Let me show my father. Show everyone. They need to know that you belong to me."
Every part of my body screamed yes. My wolf was howling. She demanded that I show his mark and accept what was ours. The mark on my neck seemed to burn with longing. It wanted to be seen. To be known.
I wanted it. Goddess help me, I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.
But I forced the words past the lump
in my throat.
"I cannot. Not yet."