Yzabelle.
Killian cocked his head to the side, daring me to continue being stubborn.
I sighed in defeat. I knew him. Even when we hadn’t been together for too long, I already knew his character. He was never the kind who would back down. He would do everything to get what he wanted.
It might be foolish of me if I accepted his offer since I knew he aimed to kill me. But I couldn’t lose the chance to talk to my father. I need answers. And I badly needed it right now.
Killian unlocked the passenger door and I got in.
“Seat belt,” he said.
I was about to do my seatbelt but Killian suddenly bent forward and did the seatbelt for me. And God forbid, I could not help but breathe his immaculately clean scent. He smelled of crisps and greens and as far as I was concerned, it should be calming. Yet, my nerves were in chaos. I couldn’t help but close my eyes as I enjoyed his scent.
It should be refreshing but I was intoxicated. I seemed to be so addicted to his scent that I wanted to stick my nose on his body, on his neck.
I wanted to run my tongue down the line of his jaw, down to his neck, and to his shoulder.
Oh, fcking shit! I smelled a whiff of a minty scent and…
“Enjoying the scent, huh?”
I suddenly opened my eyes and I saw him so fcking near me! His lips were a thread away from mine. I clutched on the seatbelt so hard just to hinder myself from grabbing his nape and initiated the kiss.
Oh, it was not just the kiss that my body was screaming for. I wanted more than just a kiss. My body was in heat—in great heat that every fiber of my body was screaming for his warm touch.
God! Why were you punishing me like this? I shouldn’t be feeling this way towards this guy.
Killian locked his gaze on me. And I could tell he could feel it too, the same raging feeling. The same delicious heat. The same powerful need.
It must be the mate bond.
But it should be felt during the mating season.
Oh, please. Don’t tell me it was their mating season already. I had a lot of things to do, a lot of questions that needed an answer.
I could not waste time dealing with this feral heat.
I tried to push Killian from his chest. But it seemed like it was a wrong move.
Right after feeling his warm skin, all I wanted was to pull him closer to me. I wanted to throw my body towards him. I wanted to strip him naked and feel him more against me.
I wanted to…
“I wanted to kiss you Yzabelle…” he whispered. And I wasn’t deaf not to hear his aching needs.
I wanted to answer him, ‘Kiss me then,’. But I held myself in, forcefully. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I shouldn’t be thirsty for his kiss. I shouldn’t be feeling so wild right now.
“Let me kiss you, Yzabelle,” he whispered again.
My nails dug into his chest, into his flesh, scratching his skin. I knew it would hurt but I didn’t know how to hold this great need stirring inside me. It was driving me insane.
My head searched for something that would cut the air between us.
“I thought lycans don’t drive? They just went for a run,” I said, aiming to clear the intensity filling the air inside his car. I aimed to kill the vibe, the wild need, the intensity, and passion.
But Killian refused to cut it. He kept on gazing at me, locking his eyes on me. He kept the wild need mirrored in his flaming blue eyes. Those golden specks were starting to show around his iris.
I didn’t understand. Back in Louvre Town, when he swayed his sword in front of me, he had the same golden specks around. But now, it was just showing. Or maybe it was really there, I just didn’t take notice of it before.
I didn’t know.
What was clear to me was that, when he had this raging feeling, the golden specks would appear.
“Do you know who’s the one I wanted to drive?” He asked in the sexiest way possible.
I didn’t answer. I already saw the answer right by looking back at his eyes—those alluring handsome eyes of his. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
I wanted to grab him, shut his mouth and kiss him.
“You. I wanted to drive on top of you and drive you crazy, Yzabelle,” he whispered erotically.
That should sound vulgar and scandalous. But it did not. Or maybe I just started loving vulgar and scandalous things.
“Could you just shut up and kiss me?”
I didn’t know where I got the guts to say it. Or perhaps it was the wild need that I could not control anymore.
I wanted him to kiss me, to hold me, to touch me. God forbid! I was hungry for all of it! Thirsty and hungry.
And he did quench my thirst. He suddenly claimed my lips with hunger. His tongue delved inside, explored inside and I just let him as I enjoyed it.
He sucked my lower lip and claimed my mouth whole again. He kept on doing it alternately and all I did was give him all the access to explore.
I felt his one hand cradle the side of my breast and I wanted to explode just with his touch. The fabric between our skin couldn’t ruin the heat crawling inside me. But I couldn’t deny that I wanted his bare touch. I wanted his hand to slip inside my shirt and cradle the real flesh. I wanted to feel his warm palm.
And I didn’t realize I was guiding his hand to what I really desired. He seemed to understand and he quickly ran his hand inside my brassiere. His one hand cupped my left mountain. His fingertips touched my nipples and they were quickly aroused. I could only cry in pleasure, in great need. In ferocious need.
“Killian…” I harshly breathed against our kisses.
His fingers kept on playing on my crown and it was driving me really crazy.
But I suddenly heard the warning bells.
You had a lot of things to do, Yzabelle. You need to find a lot of answers. Your wild needs can wait.
Hearing the other side of me, I suddenly pushed Killian away.
He looked at me with great confusion. He seemed to be aching inside. And I did too.
God only knew how much I was aching down my belly. My inner self was growling at me.
“I…” I caught my tongue. I didn’t know whether to continue talking or continue what we were doing. “I need to talk to my dad.”