Chapter 37 Still a peeping Tom
After the embarrassing moment by the beach with Faruk and his lady friend, I wished for the ground to just open up and swallow me.
I stayed hidden all day, opting to have my food in the room, and finally decided to The hot water cascaded over my skin, a stark contrast to the icy turmoil swirling in my chest. My fingers traced the curves of my body, lingering on the spots where Kade’s hands had branded me last night. The memory of his rough touch, his commanding voice, sent a shiver down my spine, despite the steamy warmth enveloping me. I closed my eyes, letting the water beat against my face, as if it could wash away the confusion, the desire, the hate that warred within me.
But the memory wouldn’t be silenced. The heat of his study, the scent of old books and him, musk and something primal, something that made my knees weak. The way his eyes, glowing like embers, pinned me to the spot as he advanced, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. I remembered the embarrassment that seared my cheeks when I realized the pack outside had heard our passionate cries, our bodies slamming against the desk, the wall, the floor.
My nipples tightened, betraying me, as I relived the feel of his lips on my skin, his teeth grazing my neck, his hands gripping me like he owned me. I hated him. I was supposed to hate him. Kade, the Alpha king, the ruthless predator, the man who’d killed my father. Yet, here I was, standing under the shower, my body aching for him, my mind replaying every touch, every growled word, every desperate moan that had escaped my lips.
“Thinking about me, Lyra?”
His voice, low and dangerous, sliced through the steam, sending a jolt through me. I spun, my hand flying to my chest, my heart hammering against my ribs. He stood there, naked, his muscular frame gleaming with water, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes, those piercing eyes, held me captive, a challenge and a promise burning in their depths.
“Get out, Darius,” I snapped, my voice shaking despite my best efforts.
He took a step forward, his presence filling the small space. “You were thinking about me,” he stated, not asking, his lips curling into a smirk that made my stomach flip. “I could smell your arousal from the door.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks, a mix of anger and something else, something hotter, coiling low in my belly. “You’re delusional,” I bit out, but my words lacked conviction.
He was across the space in a heartbeat, his hands gripping my hips, his body pressing against mine, the hard planes of his chest against my breasts, his erection a solid presence against my stomach. His lips crashed down on mine, silencing my protest, his tongue demanding entry, tasting me, claiming me. I tasted myself on him, salty and sweet, a reminder of last night, of the way he’d devoured me, ruthless and hungry.
He took his clothes so fast I barely had time to shove him out of the shower cubicle. His broad, muscular frame loomed before me, He gripped my hips with familiar strength, his touch both commanding and possessive. Before I could utter a word, his lips crashed against mine, silencing my protest. The kiss was fierce, demanding, his tongue invading my mouth with a hunger that mirrored the night before.
I struggled against him, my hands pressing against his chest, but he was unyielding. He pressed my back against the wet tiles, his body caging mine, his breath hot and heavy against my ear. “I could smell your arousal from the door,” he growled, his voice low and predatory. “You want me, Lyra, just as much as I want you every second that goes by. Don’t lie to yourself.
My cheeks burned with anger and embarrassment, but my body betrayed me once more. My core throbbed, wet and needy, as if responding to his words. I opened her mouth to retort, but before I could, Kade dropped to his knees, his hands sliding down my thighs. He hooked one leg over his shoulder, his fingers digging into my flesh, and buried his face between my legs.
A gasp escaped me, sharp and involuntary, as his tongue pressed against my throbbing pussy. His mouth was relentless, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony, teasing and devouring her with a skill that made my head spin. I clutched at his dark hair, my fingers tangling in the wet strands as he lapped at me, his beard scraping my sensitive skin in a way that sent shivers down my spine.
“Kade…don’t …stop…Wait” I panted, my voice weak and pleading, though I wasn’t sure if I meant it. His fingers slid inside me, stretching me, filling me, while his tongue flicked against my clit with a rhythm that was both torturous and exquisite. My body arched, my back pressing against the cool tiles as pleasure coiled tight within me.
“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice muffled against my flesh. “Tell me you want this.”
“Yes… Kade… please…” I moaned, my words barely coherent. My hips bucked against his mouth, my body desperate for release. He growled in response, a deep, animalistic sound that sent a jolt of desire straight to my core. His fingers curled inside me, his tongue relentless, and I shattered around him, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm. My cries echoed in the confined space, my body trembling as I came undone, my legs shaking beneath me.
When he finally pulled back, I was a mess, my breath ragged, my legs weak. Kade stood, his massive, erect cock jutting upward, thick and demanding, a testament to his own arousal. He sat on the shower stool, his gaze intense, and raised a brow. “Come here,” he commanded, his voice rough.
My body moved on its own, as if it had a will separate from her mind. My legs carried me toward him, my feet bare against the wet tiles. I was still sore from last night, my muscles aching, but the soreness only fueled my need. I straddled him, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance as I lowered myself onto his thickness.
His cock slid inside me with a wet, sucking sound, my walls clenching around him as he filled me completely.
A moan escaped me, half pain, half pleasure, as I began to ride him. The shower echoed with our grunts and the slap of skin on skin, the steam thickening with our passion. Kade’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me, his thumbs brushing my sensitive clit as I moved. His gaze was fierce, his eyes glowing with a hunger that mirrored my own.
“You’re mine, Lyra,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “Say it.”
I bit my lip, my body moving faster, my breath coming in sharp gasps. “I’ll never be yours,” I whispered, the words torn from my lips as another wave of pleasure crashed over me. My nails dug into his shoulders, my body trembling as I rode him with a fierceness that surprised even myself.
The shower became our battlefield, our passion raw and unfiltered. Kade’s hands slid down to grip my ass, lifting me as he thrust upward, his cock pounding into me with a force that left me breathless. My head fell back, my hair clinging to my wet skin as I cried out, my voice mingling with his grunts.
In the aftermath, as our bodies stilled, I collapsed against his chest, my breath ragged, my heart pounding.
Kade’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t understand why my body craved him so fiercely when my mind screamed at me to resist. My hatred for him was real, my desire for vengeance against him unwavering. Yet here I was, entangled with him once more, my body marked by his touch, my heart a tangled mess of conflicting feelings.
“You know,” he drawled, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, “you really don’t have to go around being a little peeping tom.”
I gasped. “I was not—!”
“Oh, sweetheart, you kinda were.”
“I walked in on them by accident!”
He didn’t look convinced. In fact, he looked amused, dangerously amused. He dipped his head until his lips hovered just above mine, eyes dark with wicked promise.
“Well,” he murmured, “no need to go spying on anyone else’s fun…”
His thumb slid slowly, deliberately, along my jaw, tipping my chin up so I could feel every word against my mouth.
“Not when I can give you something a hell of a lot better than what you witnessed.”
My breath caught, half-indignation, half wanting.
“Better?” I whispered.
He chuckled low in his chest. “Much better.”
I leaned back instinctively, heart pounding, but he caught my waist gently, pulling me back into the warmth of him.
“You think my brother can outdo me?” he teased, eyebrow raised. “Little hybrid… You should know your mate does nothing halfway.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I managed, flustered.
He kissed the corner of my mouth, slow and sinful. “Mm-hmm. But that’s what you’re thinking now.”
“I am not—!”
“Sure you’re not,” he murmured, and kissed me again, deeper this time, wiping out the last of my embarrassment with one confident, claiming sweep of his mouth.
When he finally let me breathe, he smirked down at me, eyes glinting.
“Next time,” he said softly, “don’t walk in on anyone else.”
He traced a finger down my spine, making me shiver.
“If you want a show… You come to me.”