Chapter 158
Lexa's POV
I gasped as he pushed me roughly against the wall, my heart hammering in my chest as confusion and fear warred with something much more dangerous....desire that I had been trying to suppress for months. Did I do something wrong? Had I somehow offended the Pack Commander without realizing it? My mind raced through every interaction we'd had recently, searching for any mistake that might have brought him to my door in the middle of the night.
He locked the door behind us with a decisive click that seemed to echo in the small space, then turned back to me with eyes that held a wildness I had never seen before. When he pinned me against the cold wall, I forgot how to breathe entirely. His massive frame towered over me, his presence filling every inch of my modest room completely, making the space feel even smaller and more intimate than it already was.
His breath was intoxicating as it ghosted across my skin, warm and carrying that unique scent that had always made my wolf restless whenever he was near. What was he doing in a maid's room? This was the Alpha Commander, for crying out loud...the second most powerful person in the entire pack, a man who commanded respect from warriors twice my size. He could have any woman he wanted, any high-ranking female who would be a suitable match for someone of his status and importance.
All I had wanted to do tonight was sleep peacefully and wake up early so I could attend to Zenevieva properly tomorrow. She had been so kind to me, offering to let me stay in one of the guest rooms in the royal mansion where I would have been more comfortable, but I had politely refused. I needed to be here in the servants' quarters so I could get to the kitchen on time and prepare her meals exactly the way she liked them, ensuring that everything was perfect for the woman who had shown me such unexpected kindness.
My wolf was spiraling inside me, pacing restlessly as Kyle's overwhelming scent surrounded us completely. The animal part of me was responding to his proximity in ways that made my entire body feel like it was on fire, every nerve ending suddenly hypersensitive to the heat radiating from his powerful frame. He wouldn't say a word, just stood there breathing heavily while he leaned down to sniff my neck like he was trying to memorize every nuance of my scent.
The sensation of his breath against my throat made me shiver, goosebumps rising along my arms despite the warmth of the room. I could feel the barely controlled power in his body, the way his muscles were tense with restraint, as if he was fighting some internal battle that I couldn't understand.
"Alpha?" I called shakily, my voice barely above a whisper, hoping that using his title might remind him of the boundaries that should exist between us.
Instead of answering or stepping back, he cupped my breasts through the thin fabric of my nightgown, his large hands completely encompassing the soft flesh. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that I saw actual stars behind my eyelids. My knees nearly buckled beneath me, and I had to press my palms against the wall behind me to keep from sliding to the floor.
"Please," I begged, though I wasn't entirely sure what I was begging for anymore. Part of me wanted him to stop before we crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but a larger part...the part controlled by my wolf....wanted him to continue, to take whatever he needed from me.
I knew I couldn't resist him if he continued like this. The rational part of my mind wondered if he was drunk, if that might explain this sudden, desperate attention. But his eyes were clear, focused, filled with a pain and longing that seemed to go soul-deep. There was something wild and desperate in his expression, as if he was in agony and I was the only thing that could provide relief.
What he said next made my heart jump and my wolf howl with a joy so intense it was almost painful.
"My mate is so sexy," he mumbled against my skin, his voice rough with need and wonder, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was saying.
The word 'mate' hit me like a physical blow. All this time, all these months of watching him pine after Zenevieva, of seeing the pain in his eyes when she chose someone else, and now he was here, calling me his mate. The Moon Goddess worked in mysterious ways, but this felt like a miracle I had never dared to hope for.
Before I could process the full implications of those words, his mouth was on mine in a kiss that shut all my senses down completely. He kissed me like a man dying of thirst who had finally found water, desperate and consuming and absolutely devastating in its intensity. His lips were firm and demanding, coaxing responses from me that I didn't know I was capable of giving.
The kiss deepened, his tongue exploring my mouth with a thoroughness that made my toes curl. I could taste the desperation on his lips, the months of loneliness and rejection that had brought him to this moment. When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing heavily, our foreheads pressed together as we tried to process what was happening between us.
He ground his bulge against me, the hard length of him pressing against my core through our clothes, and I gasped at the sensation. The friction was delicious and maddening, making me arch against him instinctively, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of whatever this incredible feeling was.
His hands were everywhere....sliding up my sides, tracing the curves of my waist, moving to cup and squeeze my breasts through the thin fabric of my nightgown. When he pinched my nipples, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers, I cried out and arched against him, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core.
He dragged my nightgown to the side with impatient hands, exposing one breast to the cool air of the room. When he took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting with just the right amount of pressure, I thought I might actually faint from the intensity of the sensation. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, alternating between gentle licks and firmer suction that had me writhing against the wall.
“Oh Kyle…don't stop…please.”
His free hand cupped my ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted me slightly, changing the angle so he could press more firmly against me. The new position allowed him to grind against my core more directly, and I could feel myself getting wetter with each movement.
"I don't deserve this," I whispered, overwhelmed by the intensity of what was happening between us. "This is too good to be real. You're too good for someone like me."
All I could do was beg him, though the words coming out of my mouth were contradictory and desperate, reflecting the chaos in my mind and heart. "Please, Kyle, I can't......I don't know if I can handle this."
"I won't stop," he said firmly, his voice carrying absolute conviction that sent shivers down my spine. "I want to be inside you before I die. Let me have this, let me have you. I've waited so long without knowing what I was waiting for."
He almost moaned as he spoke, his control clearly hanging by a thread. "You smell too good. You're killing me with how perfect you are, how right this feels."
For some reason that I couldn't understand, Kyle wouldn't let me touch him. Every time I reached for him, wanting to explore his body the way he was exploring mine, he caught my hands and pinned them above my head against the wall. I didn't understand why he was denying himself that pleasure, but if this was what he needed, if touching me was enough for him right now, then I would give him whatever he wanted.
He freed himself from his pants with one hand while keeping me pinned with the other, and I felt the hard, hot length of his cock slap against my entrance through my thin panties. The sensation made me cry out with need, my body clenching with anticipation.
"I'm going to fuck you hard," he promised, his voice dark with both promise and threat. "I'm going to make you scream my name until the entire pack knows who you belong to."
My legs were already shaking with anticipation and desire, barely able to support my weight. He pinned me more firmly against the door, using his considerable body weight to hold me in place while he positioned himself at my entrance.
"Please," I begged, my voice breaking with desperation that surprised even me.
"Please put it inside me. I need you so badly it hurts.”