Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Kieran:
I had faced a thousand battles in my life - so with rogues, so with words, and many within my own mind.
But nothing, nothing, had ever left as disard as the mont her palm settled on my thigh.
The air inside the car shifted instantly - thick, charged, trembling. The low hum of the engine filled the silence, and yet I could hear her every breath, every hesitant heartbeat.
My fingers tightened on the steering wheel. One wrong move and I would veer off the road, not because I had lost focus on the world, but because she had beco the only world I could see.
"Evaline," I managed, my voice barely a whisper. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to warn her or beg her to continue with the sick idea she had co up with out of the blue.
She didn’t answer... she didn’t need to. The warmth of her hand slid just a little higher, slow, deliberate, as though testing both her courage and mine.
My body reacted before my mind could catch up. Heat rushed through my veins, hard and fierce, centering in a place that had already been fighting for control since the mont she had looked at with that wide-eyed mischief.
By the Ancients, my self-control was crumbling.
She leaned slightly closer, her hair brushing against my arm, her soft scent filling the confined space. The combination of her nearness, her daring, her innocence... it was maddening.
This wasn’t the Evaline who blushed when I caught her staring during class.
This was a different version of her - one born of curiosity, confidence, and the fire that only ca out when she forgot to fear her own desires.
"Do you even know what you are doing?" I asked, though the words ca out rougher than intended.
She gave a tiny, knowing smile, the kind that could make packs burn. "Maybe," she whispered. "Maybe I’m just testing your control, Professor."
My jaw clenched. "You shouldn’t tease while I’m driving."
"Then stop," she murmured.
And the way she said it - soft, daring, like a challenge - made my pulse hamr against my ribs.
Stop? I couldn’t even breathe properly.
The rational part of - the professor, the mate, the man who swore never to let his instincts rule him - was screaming to pull over, to put distance between us before I lost every ounce of reason.
But my wolf was louder.
Don’t stop her, he growled from the depths of my mind. She’s ours. Let her see what she does to us.
Her hand moved again, slow, testing, and I nearly groaned. The air left my lungs in a sharp exhale. I gripped the steering wheel tighter with one hand while the other instinctively moved to still her wrist, but she caught my gaze first. Her eyes were shimring with sothing between innocence and determination. That look alone could have broken empires.
"Kieran," she breathed, my na sounding like a plea and a promise at once.
Every part of wanted to resist, to keep the control that had defined all my life. But the sight of her - lips parted, cheeks flushed, the faintest tremor in her fingers - shattered all the walls I had built. I loosened my grip on her wrist, letting her move as she pleased, even though I knew I would regret it the mont this ended.
She shifted closer. The warmth of her breath reached my skin, and my whole body tensed. My knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. My throat felt dry. The car, the road, the world outside... it all disappeared.
There was only her.
The one sanr thing I did before completely losing my brain was to put the car on auto-drive mode... right as her fingers started unbuttoned my pants.
I looked away from her face and tried to focus on the road ahead, but it was a wrong decision... because without my attention distracted by her beautiful face, now I was super aware of her fingers pulling my zipper down and then slipping inside my boxers to pull out my already hard and throbbing length.
I groaned out loud at the touch, my wolf howling. We both were completely at her rcy as she traced her fingers up and down my length, as if trying to morize every little detail.
One look at her focused face and I had to take in a deep breath to calm myself down. Just the way she looked at , the way she held ... was enough to make co right there and then.
Through the cloud of pleasure and madness, I heard her whispering - "You are... really big."
I failed to hold back the little smile that imdiately ford on my lips, and my wolf was feeling just as proud. After all, which man wouldn’t love hearing their mate admire their size.
I was no different.
She was slow... extrely, painfully slow. I realized it was more about her having the ti of her life in torturing instead of her giving what now I desperately needed. My balls were begging for release... but my dear mate was busy chewing on her lower lip while her fingers played around my election.
Before I could stop myself, I reached out to grab her nape and made her look up at . Her hand stilled on my length as her startled gaze t mine.
"What’s wrong?" Her voice was shaky, small, breathless. Her innocent eyes stared into my wild ones, daring to stop her from playing.
"Nothing," I replied, "Just felt you are being way too slow."
She tilted her head a little. "Am I?"
Stars! How ca I never realized she’s not lethal when she’s being bold... instead, she’s most lethal when she’s like this - innconet, sweet, and dangerous.
I shook my head, slowly lowering my hand. But while I admitted defeat, she didn’t. She inched her face closer closer until our noses were almost brushing against each other’s.
"Am I still too slow, Professor?" She asked innocently while I felt her fingers wrapping around my length and giving it a light squeeze.
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