Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL) Chapter 41: Getting hard

Kain Locke

"What are you doing with him?" He asked, staring at .

I blinked, caught off guard by the question.

"What?"

His gaze flicked to , unreadable as always. "Alec." He said, but there is an edge to his voice, there was sothing about it that made my skin prickle. "What are you doing with him?"

I scoffed, shaking my head. "That’s none of your damn business." I narrowed my eyes at him, and for so reason, that seed to annoy him. His lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers tapping against his arm like he was trying to hold sothing back.

Whatever. Not my problem so I said, "Look, I’m not in the mood for this," I muttered, turning to go back to my room, but I barely took the second step before he spoke again.

"He’s interested in you."

I stopped, slowly turning my head to glare at him. "Excuse ?"

"He’s interested in you." he repeated seriously. I almost believed him.

I let out a sharp laugh. "That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day."

"Is it?" Kael tilted his head, then he smiled a little, "I will advise you to stay away from him though."

My stomach twisted again, but this ti, it wasn’t from anger.

I refused to acknowledge whatever this feeling was.

"He’s just being nice," I said firmly. "And that’s not any of your concern."

Kael’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of sothing in his eyes, sothing that made my chest feel tight.

"Right," he murmured. "Being nice," he nodded thoughtfully, "just don’t say I don’t tell you." he said finally with a little smile.

What does he an by that? I have no idea, but one thing I know is that he was definitely being Kael right now, so I have no business asking what he ant. Although, Alec might be rumoured to be cruel, or intimidating, but he isn’t anything like that to .

He even took his ti to apologize for the previous incident, furthermore, when do I start to listen to Kael’s opinion? He’s not my keeper just as I’m not his, so I have business stalling around chit chatting with him.

Therefore, I pulled myself out of the trance and walked towards my room door, pulled the knob and pushed it open.

I was shutting the door behind when sothing strong caught it, holding it open and stopping it from closing. Well, not exactly sothing, it’s soone.

Before I could force the door shut or even lock it, he shoved it open, leaving no choice but to step aside to avoid getting hurt.

Now he’s doing it again! It wasn’t as though I’m going to entertain that today, he’s not taking my bed, at least he can’t possibly take the bed if I’m on it right? So with that thought in mind, I brushed past him quickly and jumped on the bed, spreading myself on it, and then I flashed him a victorious grin.

Yeah, now I get why he’s always so cocky. Winning does feel so damn good.

He just stood there with his arms crossed, sothing I’m starting to notice he did a lot.

I thought he had no choice but to leave since the couch was off-limits. Besides, he wouldn’t want to wake up feeling as though the whole world sat on him... but I was so wrong.

Before I could even say another word, he was already moving closer, then, just like that, he jumped onto my bed without even bothering to take off his shoes! I quickly shifted to the other side. No way was I letting him crush !

I heard him snickered as he loosened his bootlaces, Followed by the thud of them being thrown to the floor, and then he casually sprawled onto the space beside , making the mattress dipped under his weight, being this close ans I could sll the faint scent of his pheromones which was just too impossible to ignore.

The hair on my body stands, and my body freezes.

The heat rushed to my face. My chest tightened. My pulse pounded so hard it echoed in my ears, and it pounded even harder when I felt him moving closer.

What... is he doing?

My silent question turned into a gasp the mont his fingers touched .

His hand moved painfully slow, until I felt the hand on my hair, pulling it slightly I felt the movent in my scalp, not to an extent it hurts, but just enough to make aware of what he was doing, he ran his fingers through it, before going to tuck a loose strand of the hair behind my ear. His fingertips brushing against my skin in the process, warm, lingering just a little too long causing a shiver to run down my spine, and a strange, tingling heat spreading through my body..

"Why did you have to cut it?" He whispered against the skin of my ear and shudder ran through my entire body, "It looks just so ethereal in silver, why did you have to turn it black?"

I gulped a very thick saliva down my throat, my heart pounding erratically, knowing I had cut it and applied the temporary dye I often got in one of those privately run salons. It’s done yearly, and it was because of him.. and, his father...

The air around us felt heavy, thick with sothing I couldn’t na. My heartbeat pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.

I should move. I should push his hand away. But I just lay there, frozen, paralyzed, completely undone by his touch.

"Mm?" he let out a low, husky hum, his breath ghosting against my ear. "Talk. Say sothing kain."

I said nothing, I couldn’t,

Even as his hand drifted down, fingers grazed my waist before settling on my hip. The touch was light, almost teasing, yet it sent a pulse of heat through . My heart skipped then raced to catch up, hamring so hard against my ribs like thousands of horses were having a bloody race within .

No .. I have to stop this. I have to...

Before I could react, he suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled close. My breath hitched at the feel of his body which was sohow warm, solid, pressing against mine.

Then before I even had ti to process what was happening I felt another thing, Rock hard. Thickly so. Pressing against my backside.

A sharp gasp escaped , my entire body locking up. But the worst part? The shaful truth I couldn’t ignore? Was that a part of was now brushing against the sheets.

I was hard too.