Chapter 48: The First Feral Fling
I shifted beneath him, trying not to look like I was trembling.... but I was. Not from fear. That would’ve made more sense. No, this was something else. Something darker. Something that scared me more than any beating ever had.
Kieran’s words were primal, raw and unapologetic, and the worst part was how they sank into me, worming their way past every wall I had built. He leaned closer, his body pressing down against mine like he owned the space, like he owned me. And when I tried to push him away, it was like trying to shove a mountain. He didn’t budge.
"You look like you actually want me to take you," he murmured, voice low and deep, like velvet soaked in sin.
I turned my head, avoiding his gaze. But I could feel it, his eyes dragging over me, undressing me with every glance. My skin burned under it. I felt naked, and not just because I wasn’t wearing anything under the loose shirt he’d dressed me in.
"You feel it too, don’t you?" he asked, no trace of mercy in his tone. "That pull. That need."
"Kieran," I whispered, my voice barely a sound.
He continued anyway, his mouth so close now I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin. "In case you’re wondering," he began, slow and deliberate, "I’ve had plenty of she-wolves before. Elite warriors. Lycan-born warriors. Powerful bitches who begged to be under me. Being able to dominate a strong she-wolf, mind, body, and soul, is part of how a Lycan proves his strength."
My breath caught in my throat.
His hand braced the bed beside my head, firm and caging, while his other ran down the length of my side, hovering, not quite touching, but close enough to make my nerves scream.
"You," he said, almost thoughtfully, "could be my first feral fling."