Chapter 84

Chapter 84
Nephele's POV

Kaedan stripped off my clothes quickly, his eyes on my bare body, pupils dilating as he devoured the sight of my curves, my wet folds glistening with need.

I could smell my own arousal, and I watched his nostrils flare as his wolf responded to it.

His hands gripped my breasts firmly, thumbs circling my nipples until I arched into him, a moan escaping my lips.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock when he freed it from his pants, stroking its length, feeling it pulse in my grip as he let out a deep growl that rumbled through his chest.

He lowered me to the bed, his body covering mine like the predator he was, his weight a delicious pressure that made me spread my legs wider to welcome him.

Our mouths crashed together, tongues tangling in a battle neither of us wanted to win, his taste flooding my mouth as my shadows danced across his skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

I felt his hand slide down my body, fingers parting my folds with possessive intent, exploring the wetness he'd created with each touch and kiss.

He circled my clit with his thumb, slow at first, then faster as he read my body's responses, making me gasp and buck against his hand.

My shadows danced over him, caressing his skin as he worked me, his fingers sliding inside me, curling to hit that sensitive spot that made my vision blur and my wolf howl within me.

The mate bond blazed to life between us, amplifying every sensation like a circuit suddenly completed.

He moved downward, his mouth replacing his fingers, his tongue expertly attending to me until I writhed beneath him.

Ice crystals formed around his lips, creating an exquisite contrast to his mouth's heat, sending shivers through my core.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, drawing him closer, our scents mingling as he continued his ministrations.

It was chosen, not demanded, two people claiming this moment as our own.

His cock strained against my leg, hard and ready as he brought me to the edge with his mouth.

Just when I thought I might shatter, he pulled back, positioning himself between my legs, his eyes—now glowing with Alpha power—locked on mine as he aligned his cock with my entrance.

With a slow, powerful thrust, he filled me completely, stretching me around his thickness. I cried out, my nails digging into his back, my shadows wrapping around us both as he began to move.

Each stroke was deep and purposeful, his hips grinding against my clit with every thrust. The rhythm was primal—our wolves setting the pace as we claimed each other fully.

"Mine," he growled against my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. The possessive word sent a thrill through me, and for the first time, I didn't want to run from it.

"Yours," I agreed, my voice breaking as he hit a spot deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.

He responded by driving into me harder, his cock pulsing inside me as my inner walls clenched around him.

Our release built together, impossibly high, impossibly strong—a primal connection that transcended the physical as pleasure coiled tighter with each thrust, our wolves howling in unison beneath our skin.

His growls mixed with my moans in the heated air as we moved together, the pressure mounting until I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me, my body convulsing around him in waves of pleasure that seemed endless.

He followed moments later, thrusting deep one last time before spilling inside me, his hot seed filling me as his release pulsed powerful and intense.

When we finally stilled, breathing hard and skin cooling in the evening air, I felt complete in a way I'd never experienced before.

"I love you," I whispered against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.

"I love you too, little star." His hand traced gentle patterns on my back, leaving trails of cool air that made me shiver pleasantly. "More than I knew was possible."

We lay in comfortable silence for a while, processing the magnitude of what had just happened between us. Not just the physical intimacy, but the emotional commitment. The choice to stop fighting what we felt.

The cottage was quiet around us, wrapped in the kind of stillness that only comes after something fundamental has shifted.

Through the window, I could see the last traces of sunset fading into deep purple, and I realized we'd lost track of time completely.

In this perfect silence, I found myself listening for sounds from the yard—brush strokes, footsteps.

"Gregory," I said suddenly, lifting my head from Kaedan's chest.

"What about him?" Kaedan's voice was lazy, content, his fingers still tracing patterns on my bare shoulder.

"He's probably wondering where we disappeared to. We left him painting in the yard, and now..." I gestured at our tangled state.

"Now we've been gone for two hours," Kaedan finished, a hint of concern creeping into his voice. "Think he noticed?"

I almost laughed. "Kaedan, your truck is still in the driveway, all the lights in the house are off except for my bedroom, and we haven't made a sound since we came inside. He definitely noticed."

The reality of what that meant started to sink in. Gregory would know exactly what had happened between us.

My brother, who was still learning to navigate normal social situations, would have to process that his sister and the Alpha King had just...

"Oh God," I buried my face against Kaedan's chest. "How am I supposed to look him in the eye tomorrow?"

"The same way you looked him in the eye yesterday," Kaedan said gently. "This doesn't change who you are to him."

"Doesn't it?" I lifted my head to meet his gaze. "Everything just changed, Kaedan. Everything. And Gregory's just starting to feel secure here, just beginning to trust that things are stable..."

"Hey." Kaedan's hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing away a tear I didn't realize had fallen. "Where's this coming from?"

I sat up, suddenly needing space to think. The sheet pooled around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around my knees, trying to organize the chaos in my mind.

"I just... what if this ruins things for him? What if he thinks you being here all the time means he's not welcome? What if he feels like he's in the way of our relationship?"

"Nephele." Kaedan sat up beside me, his voice patient but firm. "Gregory wants you to be happy. Anyone can see that."

"But what if being happy means less time for him? Less attention? What if he thinks he has to compete with you for my focus?"

The fears came pouring out, all the worries I hadn't let myself examine while we were caught up in the moment.

"What if this changes everything and he's not ready? What if he thinks he has to leave to give us space? What if—"

"Stop." Kaedan's hands found my shoulders, gentle but grounding. "You're spiraling."