Chapter 9: Kira's POV

"Mate" she screamed and my body shuddered. My cheeks became hot and my breath grew shallow.

"Let her out, Kira. I'm aware she wants me as much as I want her," that deep husky voice melted the last restraint I had on myself.

But… who was he referring to? We were the only ones in the...

"Mmmmm" I moaned and purred, my body betraying me as something hard and thick poked against my thigh.

Wait. Did I just make that sound? I asked myself as my body's temperature heated up even more, my skin feeling feverish with need.

"We did, Kira... Now shush let's enjoy the ride" her voice in my head sounded louder and more confident. As much as I would have loved to ask questions I just couldn't. The spot in between my thighs throbbed and ached for something.

So I withdrew and let the voice in my head take control, as she seemed to know what to do.

Yes. I'm finally out.

Now relax Kira and let me do what I know how to do best.

Not wanting to let him speak further, I planted a slow passionate kiss on my mates lips as I couldn't stop myself from sucking on his hot, luscious lips

"Mmmmm." I purred again, the sound slipping out involuntarily as my fangs grazed his bottom lip. He groaned, the sound vibrating through me, and I took the opportunity to suck hungrily on his tongue, deepening the kiss.

My fingers tangled in his thick, silky hair, and I lifted my knee slightly, pressing it against his rock-hard shaft, applying just enough pressure to drive him wild. He moaned into my mouth, and I drank it all in, devouring every sound he made.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Oh, if only he could attend to my mounds.

As if reading my thoughts, his hand left my neck, gliding down to my chest, where his fingers found my aching nipples. A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine just as he rolled them between his fingers.

"Ah!" I squealed in delight, arching into his touch.

The pressure I applied to his shaft increased instinctively, and he let out another deep, guttural moan. In return, he squeezed my nipples harder, making me moan back in pure ecstasy.

"My mate…" he groaned between breaths, and my entire body whimpered in pure bliss.

"Do you need us now, or should I wait for a while?" he whispered, his breath fanning over my heated skin as his fingers trailed down to my navel, teasing, circling… driving me insane.

Despite the fact I was wearing his tunic, the intensity felt so powerful that I couldn't wait to feel those moments on my bare skin

Wait for what? Why wait?

"I need you now, Mate"

I could feel his body shudder against mine as his shaft grew harder—twitching with urgency. He immediately tore the tunic exposing every inch of my bare skin.

"Beautiful" he muttered in awe, his eyes devouring me.

He turned his attention to my heaving mounds, his gaze burning with desire. If they weren't mine, I swear I would have been jealous at the way he stared at them.

Then, without warning, he kissed them. Softly. Wetly. Deeply.

"Ahhh!" I moaned loudly, my body quivering under his lips.

He calmly adjusted his shaft, his other hand reaching down to loosen his pants while he continued his sweet torture on my sensitive peaks.

It was obvious he wanted to get inside me.

I could sense his urgency.

I could smell his arousal.

It had the same smell as his chocolate and vanilla scent but only that this time it was doubled.

Overwhelming.

Something I couldn't quite understand but each time it hit my nostrils, I lost my sense of direction and that…

That was the scent that had awakened me the night he found us.

I swallowed hard as he adjusted his shaft again and I dropped my legs down from the teasing angle I had placed them in to tempt him.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I peeked downward, wanting to see what he was doing.

And the moment my eyes landed on him…

I gasped sharply.

My muscles clenched.

My breath hitched.

Oh, gods.

The sheer size of his member sent shockwaves through me.

I wasn’t even looking at all of it. Just the tip.

But even that was massive.

The veins pulsated with blood and it glistened. And the crown—so big.

As expected of the crown prince of Lycans.

Then, as if it knew I was staring at it—It throbbed and pulsed.

A bead of juicy thick moisture came out.

The thought of how it would feel inside me, how it will taste inside my mouth made my juices pour.

I wanted to suck it.

Lick it.

Take it all.

"Are you ready?" His deep voice pulled my gaze back to his blazing blue eyes.

He was watching me intently, waiting for my answer.

Oh, what a loving mate I have.

He wants me.

I know he does.

So why was he hesitating? Take me already, stop torturing us both!

"Is Kira ready?"

His question made my toes tighten "she's unconscious." I whispered breathlessly.

And just like that, his body tensed.

He hesitated.

He stared at me for a while as if he was having a silent dialogue with Dante.

Then, suddenly, a smile graced his lips.

Without another word, he leaned down, placing a deep, slow, sensual kiss on my navel.

I nearly screamed.

I was on the edge.

Damn him.

"We want you. We want Kira. We want all of you."

His voice was husky, possessive, filled with raw desire.

And then—just like that—he stood up.

And walked away.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

He left me there.

Aching.

Desperate.

Throbbing.

For him.

For my mate.