Chapter 38: The Pulse Between
"How dare you keep me waiting."
The words were a growl, low, dangerous, and unrestrained.
Before Lorraine could open her mouth to explain, Kieran had already moved. One second, the room was silent. The next, she was pinned to the wall with such speed and force that the air escaped her lungs in a startled gasp.
His hand clamped around her throat, not enough to choke, but enough to hold. Enough to remind her of the imbalance between them. His thumb pressed against the side of her jaw as his red eyes locked onto hers, burning with fury. He was taller, his presence overwhelming, consuming the very air between them.
Lorraine’s hands instinctively went to his wrist, but she didn’t struggle
She couldn’t.
Not when her body had gone traitorously still.
Not when her breath hitched from something she couldn’t name.
His bare chest pressed against hers, radiating intense heat, too hot, too close. She could feel every breath he took, feel the thudding rhythm of his heart against her ribcage. Hers pounded back in frantic confusion.
This was Kieran Valerius Hunter. The Lycan prince. A creature of lethal instinct. A nightmare dressed in flesh.
She should be afraid.
And she was.