Lorraine’s POV
His mouth crashed into mine like a wave I didn’t see coming, fierce and wild and unrelenting.
It wasn’t gentle, there was nothing soft about the way Kieran kissed. It was raw. Unfiltered. Every emotion he’d buried, every raging thought, every ti he had looked at like he wanted to devour but held back, it all exploded in that one mont. His lips were warm and hungry, demanding sothing from I didn’t fully understand, but couldn’t deny.
And gods help , I kissed him back.
My fingers clutched weakly at his shirt, holding on as if the ground beneath had disappeared. My whole body scread in pain from the bruises Alistair left behind, but none of it mattered, not with the way Kieran’s arms wrapped around , one hand tangling in my hair, the other resting against the small of my back like he was anchoring himself with .
He tasted like fire and sothing darker, dangerous, forbidden, but intoxicating. The kiss wasn’t just heat, it was desperation, frustration, fury, and sothing heartbreakingly tender hidden beneath the storm.
I could feel it, the shiver down my spine as his hot breath brushed against my skin. It was like lightning in my veins. I felt sothing within in stir, my dormant wolf, it was clawing weakly at the surface like she was trying to break free and answer his call.
My lungs scread for air, but neither of us pulled away. We clung to each other, kissed like we’d both been starving, like we didn’t know if we’d ever get the chance again.
And then, finally, Kieran broke the contact.
He pulled back slowly, breath ragged, his forehead resting against mine. His chest rose and fell like he’d just run through a battlefield. I could barely breathe myself, every inch of trembling, my lips swollen, my heart threatening to burst through my ribs.
We didn’t speak.
We just stared.
His breath was still warm against my skin, and his hands hadn’t left my body. Every part of felt electrified, like my soul had been yanked wide open and I didn’t know how to shut it again.
I don’t know what ca over . Maybe it was the way he had continued to look at , like I was sothing precious and dangerous all at once. Maybe it was the ache in my chest that refused to fade, or the fact that for once, I didn’t want to feel broken or bruised or less.
I wanted to feel him.
I moved first.
My fingers gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him down to again, and this ti it was who kissed him.
No hesitation.
I pressed my lips to his and sucked at his bottom one like I needed the taste of him to breathe. A low growl vibrated from his throat and it only made kiss him harder. I poured every emotion into it, my fear, my anger, my guilt, my relief. Everything I didn’t have the strength to say aloud.
Kieran didn’t hold back either. He groaned against my lips, his hands gripping my waist with a possessive desperation, pulling flush against him. I could feel the tension coiling in his body, the heat radiating from his skin, the way his control hung by a thread, and I didn’t care.
I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.
My hands were in his hair now, pulling, clinging. My lips moved over his hungrily, tasting him over and over again. Every kiss was deeper, hotter, rougher. We were fire colliding with fire, burning through every rule, every wall between us.
"Lorraine....." he breathed against my mouth, like my na alone could undo him.
But I didn’t let him speak. I kissed him again, silencing whatever restraint he was trying to find.
Because in that mont, I wasn’t the feral girl who didn’t belong to this Academy
I was just..... his.
Kieran’s hands slid under suddenly, lifting like I weighed nothing, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on as if the world had narrowed to just him and .
His grip on tightened, strong, urgent, possessive, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he didn’t anchor to him. His face buried into my neck as he breathed in like I was the only thing keeping him alive.
Then he kissed .
Not just my lips this ti, but everywhere.
My cheek. My jaw. My neck. The corner of my eye. My temple. My hair.
Each kiss was different. So were rough, like he was angry with himself. Others were soft, like he was begging for sothing he didn’t have words for. But every single one felt like a promise, chaotic, ssy, unspoken.
"You drive crazy" he whispered, his voice low and hoarse as his lips brushed over my skin. "I can’t lose you Lorraine."
My fingers found his hair again, threading through the dark strands as I held on, feeling his heartbeat thunder against mine. "I’m here," I said, breathless. "I’m still here."
"I don’t want you just here," he growled against my collarbone. "I want you safe. I want you mine."
He kissed again, harder this ti, almost like he was trying to fuse our pieces together. And for the first ti in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel broken.
I felt wanted.
No..... claid.
"I want you too Kieran," I whispered, breathless against his mouth. "I want all of you."
Kieran froze.
His lips stilled, his chest rising and falling against mine in uneven, ragged breaths. His crimson eyes searched mine like he was trying to be sure I ant it, like part of him couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.
Then he slowly lowered back onto the bed, his hand cradling the back of my head with a tenderness that made my chest ache.
Without thinking, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and tore it apart, the fabric splitting under the force of my need. "Do it," I whispered. "I want you, Kieran."
His pupils darkened, and his entire body tensed, like he was holding sothing barely contained under his skin.
"Are you sure, little wolf?" he asked, his voice hoarse and trembling with restraint. "Because if I start, I won’t be able to stop. And I need to know this is what you want, not out of guilt, or fear, or because you think I saved you."
My fingers slid up to his face, cupping his cheeks, feeling the warmth of him and the wild storm beneath. "I want you," I said again, firr this ti. "My need for you is driving insane, Kieran. So yes. Do it. I want you. All of you."
His lips parted, his jaw tightening like he was trying to hold himself back, but then sothing in him gave way.
And everything between us shattered into fire.
Kieran didn’t hesitate.
He practically ripped his shirt off in less than a second, the the fabric ripped apart like paper, baring the kind of body that didn’t belong in this world. Sculpted muscle carved in perfection, like he’d been molded by divine fury. Every inch of him scread power, dominance, and..... mine.
Oh, goddess above, I wanted him..... needed him. I had never felt like this before. I didn’t even believe anyone could feel this way. This wasn’t just love, this was lust in every word, I was lusting for the the Lycan prince, the Future King of the Werewolf Kingdom
And he.... hee descended on like a starved predator finally let off his leash. His lips crashed against mine, his hands everywhere, my neck, my arms, my boobs, touching, claiming, igniting. He kissed like I was air and he’d been suffocating. Then he moved lower, his kisses trailing across my jaw, my neck, down my collarbone, until I gasped.
His tongue brushed over my skin, hot and wet and maddening.
I trembled beneath him as his mouth neared my chest, his breath ghosting over sensitive tight and throbbing nipple, every nerve inside lit up. A gasp broke from my lips as his tongue barely touched it, it was like he was teasing , making want him more and that.... It did sothing to , sothing primal. A heat shot straight to my chest, and even lower, to the aching throb between my legs.
"Kieran...." I moaned, not even sure what I was asking for, only that I didn’t want him to stop.
I was spiraling, falling, the pleasure almost too much to contain, and just as I thought I’d lose myself completely to it....
Bang!
A loud, sharp knock jolted through the door.
I stiffened. Kieran froze above , his breath warm against my skin, his body coiled like a loaded spring.
Another knock. Louder. Urgent.
Kieran growled low in his throat, his eyes glowing fiercely as he rested his forehead against mine, struggling to rein himself back in.
"Whoever that is," he snarled, voice raw, "they better have a damn good reason. Else they just signed up for their own death"
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