Chapter 12 : The Suppression Touch
The fever hit me like a tidal wave the moment I stumbled into Kael's chambers, sweat soaking my skin, vision blurring at the edges. He locked the door behind me with a soft click, his expression as calm and unreadable as ever, like he was observing a storm through glass.
"Lyra, the spikes are getting worse," he said, voice low and precise. "Your power is leaking through the seal faster than I anticipated. If we don't regulate it now, you'll burn out before we can break it properly. I've mapped a regimen—extreme control, sensory suppression. It'll force the energy inward and stabilize the fevers."
I leaned against the wall, wiping my forehead. "Regimen? Sounds like another excuse for you to get your hands on me. What's the catch this time, Kael?"
"No catch," he replied, stepping closer. "Prolonged physical contact. Medicinal. You'll lie still while I press meridian points. Yes, I'll study the bond as I work—Caspian's claim accelerated everything. I need to understand it."
"Study me?" I laughed bitterly, even as heat pulsed through my veins. "Like I'm some lab rat? Fine. But if this is a game, I'll make you pay."
"Undress to undergarments," he said, gesturing to the bed. "Skin contact maximizes the effect."
I raised an eyebrow but stripped down to my bra and panties, the cool air a brief relief against my burning skin. "Happy now?"
"Functional." He guided me onto the silk sheets. "Lie back. Breathe deep. Focus on my voice."
I stretched out, heart hammering. "Just do it."
His fingers landed on my collarbone—cold, deliberate, pressing hard into the first point. A sharp jolt shot through me, electric and deep, making my breath catch.
"What the hell?" I gasped, back arching slightly.
"Meridian one," he said calmly. "Redirects the outward flare. Hold still."
The touch lingered, tracing down to my sternum with maddening precision. It was so controlled, so restrained, that it ignited something fierce inside me. My body betrayed me instantly, heat pooling low despite the fever.
"You're enjoying this," I accused, voice already husky. "All detached and clinical, but I feel your pulse jumping."
"Observation," he murmured, pressing over my ribs. "Your pupils are dilating. Arousal response. The seal resists, but your body adapts."
"Adapts?" I moaned softly as his hand slid lower, splaying across my abdomen. "It's torture. Your cold touch—it's driving me insane."
"Interesting," he said, fingers dipping just under my waistband. "Tell me how it feels."
"Like ice on fire," I whispered, hips lifting. "More. Please."
He slipped his hand inside my panties, stroking slowly, thumb circling my clit with expert accuracy. "Wet already. Bond influence or me?"
"You," I admitted, hating the vulnerability. "Your precision—it's maddening."
"Good data." He slid two fingers inside, curling them perfectly. "Clench. Feel the suppression."
I did, walls tightening as he pumped. "Kael... faster."
"Control is the point." But his rhythm quickened, voice roughening. "Describe the build."
"Intense—coiling tight." I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. "You're breaking too. I see it."
"Perhaps." He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "But I won't lose myself like Caspian."
The comparison stung. "Don't mention him," I snapped, slapping his arm lightly. "This is you and me."
"Then focus." His free hand pinned my shoulder, fingers thrusting deeper. "Release the spike now."
I came hard, crying out, waves crashing as he drew it out relentlessly. When I finally shuddered to a stop, the air shifted—his cool slate-and-rain scent wrapped around me, subtle but undeniable, covering my usual scentlessness.
"What did you do?" I demanded, sitting up.
"Temporary mark," he said, withdrawing his hand. "My scent on you. Wards off Caspian and Rune. Political necessity."
"You marked me without asking?" I surged forward, slapping his chest. "That's not protection—that's claiming territory!"
"Necessary," he repeated, catching my wrist. "Accept it."
Before I could argue, a sharp knock thundered against the door.
Kael tensed. "Quiet."
The door burst open anyway—Seraphina stormed in, nostrils flaring. She froze mid-step, sniffing the air. "Kael? Your scent is everywhere, but mixed with something... metallic. New. Like Luna power stirring."
She didn't spot me—I'd rolled behind the bed's heavy canopy. Her eyes blazed with fury. "A secret lover? In your chambers? This is betrayal!"
"Seraphina—" Kael started, standing.
"No!" She closed the distance and slapped him hard across the face, the crack echoing. "The entire pack will know by dawn. Public scandal—our Alpha hiding a whore? You'll be ruined!"
She whirled out, slamming the door behind her.
Kael touched his reddened cheek, turning to me. "She's wrong about the lover. But she's right about the scent—yours is breaking through. The scandal will distract them, but the real danger is your Luna power emerging. They'll hunt it soon."
The words hung heavy, dread twisting in my gut. Distant howls rose outside—closer than before.
We didn't stop there. The fever lingered, demanding more. Later that night, back in his chambers, the regimen continued.
"Escalate," Kael said, voice steady. "Full nudity this time."
I stripped without protest, lying bare. "Your shirt too. Fair's fair."
He removed it, revealing lean muscle. His hands returned—pressing points on my breasts, thumbs grazing nipples until they peaked.
"Response immediate," he noted.
"Keep going," I urged, pulling him down. "Kiss me properly."
He did—lips cool, tongue precise, but passion leaked through. I moaned into his mouth, hands exploring his chest.
"Lower," I demanded.
Fingers trailed down, spreading my thighs. He stroked, then plunged inside, pumping steady.
"You're hard," I teased, reaching for him.
"Irrelevant." But he groaned as I freed and stroked him.
"Fuck the points," I said. "Fuck me."
He positioned, entering slow—cold stretch delicious. "For suppression."
"Harder," I slapped his hip.
Thrusts accelerated, controlled but fierce. We came together, his seed hot inside.
Scent claim deepened.
Next session, fever raging again.
"On your knees," he commanded.
I obeyed. Hands on my back, pressing—then fingers entering from behind, thumb circling.
"God—yes."
"Your cock," I begged.
He slammed in, pounding. "Contain the energy."
Climaxed hard.
Mark intensified.
Another round—me riding him.
"Bounce," he ordered, hands pinching nipples.
I did, fast and desperate. "Feel my power?"
"Redirecting."
Came screaming.
Scent fused.
Blindfold added later—darkness heightening every cold touch, every precise thrust.
"Beg," he whispered.
"Please—fuck me blind."
He did, relentless.
Orgasms chained.
Scent absolute.
Then the final push—oiled skin, slippery slides, marathon positions.
"Suppress everything," he growled.
I shattered repeatedly.
Mark peaked.
And then—the knock.
Seraphina burst in again, scent hitting her like a slap.
She delivered another stinging blow to his face. "Secret lover confirmed! Scandal erupts tomorrow!"
She fled, igniting the storm.
My Luna scent breaking free—the true threat.
Howls swelled outside, closer, hungry.
They were coming.