CHAPTER 141: JUST LET ME...

The towel slid from Emerald’s fingers and pooled at her feet, the soft fabric forgotten the instant it touched the floor.

Her pulse thundered as she stood there, naked and feeling exposed.

Heat burned up her throat, and though her arms flew across her chest instinctively, it only heightened her vulnerability, made the way Kieran stared at her all the more unbearable.

His gaze dragged over her like fire, lingering on the curve of her breasts, the line of her waist, the softness of her thighs.

The silence between them thickened, pulsing with tension. He sucked in a sharp breath, chest rising, and the sound alone made her knees weak.

"Em..." His voice rasped, rough as gravel, scraping up his throat as though he was barely holding it together.

Her lungs fought for air, every inch of bare skin prickling under the weight of him. She should have covered herself, reached for the towel, done anything... but she couldn’t.

Her body swayed toward him, caught in gravity she couldn’t fight.

"Kieran," she whispered in a trembling voice. She didn’t know if she wanted him to stop or to take her completely.

He moved closer, hand rising. His fingertips brushed her arm, feather-light, before gliding down, his palm splaying wide against her waist. His touch was cool, but it seared into her like a brand, her stomach quivering under the weight of it.

"You’re shaking," he murmured, his lips so close she could taste his breath.

"I told you..." Her voice cracked. "I’m not fine."

His lips twitched, though his eyes stayed molten on hers. "Then let me fix that."

His mouth slammed onto hers.

The kiss was brutal, hungry, nothing soft about it. Emerald gasped, her lips parting as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her.

Her fingers clutched at his chest, desperate to ground herself as his taste filled her: mint edged with something darker, intoxicating.

His hands clamped tight on her waist, dragging her against him until she felt the hard length of his cock pressing insistently against her stomach. The sheer size of him made her whimper into his mouth.

He broke the kiss only to press his forehead against hers, both of them panting hard. "Tell me to stop," he grated, every muscle in his jaw tight. "Say it now, and I’ll stop."

Her nails dug into him. "Don’t. You. Dare."

A growl rumbled out of his chest. He crushed his mouth to hers again, more savage this time, his kiss a consuming fire.

His hands slid lower, fingers curling into the swell of her bare ass as he hauled her off the ground like she weighed nothing.

Her legs clamped around his waist, her core pressed right against the thick ridge straining in his trousers. The friction jolted through her like lightning, her head snapping back with a strangled moan.

"Kieran..." Her nails clawed his shoulders as he carried her, his strength making her feel weightless and small in his arms.

He laid her down on the bed, but his gaze was feral... dark and hungry, his chest heaving as his eyes devoured her sprawled bare before him. His hand smoothed up her thigh, slow and possessive, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"You’re fucking perfect," he growled in a thick, almost reverent voice.

Her chest rose in shallow breaths. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" His lips curved into a wolfish smirk as he leaned over her. "Like I’ve been aching for you to split me open and bury yourself inside me?"

Her breath hitched sharply, her hips arching off the bed as his fingers slipped higher. He brushed over her folds and found her soaked, his fingertips sliding easily over the swollen flesh.

"God, Em..." He swore under his breath, groaning deep in his chest. "You’re dripping for me."

Her face burned hot, but her hips bucked greedily into his hand. "Shut up," she gasped.

"Not a chance." His thumb found her clit, circling with devastating precision. "I want to hear how much you need me."

Her back bowed off the bed as the pleasure punched through her. Her nails dug into his arms, making every nerve in her body feel tense, desperate for more.

"Kieran... ahh... please."

He pulled his hand away suddenly, fumbling his trousers down just enough to free himself. When his thick, hard cock sprang free, her stomach clenched hard. The sight of him alone made her thighs tremble with need.

He was not a ten-inch like Ares, but didn’t look any less imposing.

He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, coating the tip in her wetness. Her body quivered under the teasing, hips twitching, instinctively trying to pull him in.

"Are you sure?" he rasped, barely holding himself back.

"Yes," she hissed, eyes wild. "Please, Kieran. Put it in."

With a guttural snarl, he drove into her.

Her scream tore the air as her walls stretched wide around him. The intrusion was thick, overwhelming, burning as he filled her inch by inch. Her nails clawed into his back, every muscle straining against the sheer force of it.

"Fuck," Kieran groaned, voice strangled as he sank to the hilt. "You’re so fucking tight I can’t breathe."

Her legs locked around him, pulling him deeper still, her body clenching desperately. "Move," she begged through ragged breaths. "Kieran, move..."

And then he did.

His hips rolled, slow at first, dragging his length out of her only to slam back in, the wet slap of their bodies colliding filling the room. The stretch, the friction, the raw force of it made her cry out helplessly, each thrust driving deeper than the last.

"Kieran..." she moaned, her voice breaking, her body thrumming with electric heat.

"Say it again," he growled, snapping his hips harder, the sound brutal, obscene.

"Kieran!" she screamed, nails raking deep welts across his shoulders.

His thrusts turned savage, pounding into her with a rhythm that shook the bed. Sweat slicked their skin, her breasts bouncing with every jolt of his hips. She met him eagerly, grinding up against him, her body on fire, lighting every nerve in her.

"You feel unreal," he groaned against her ear, his breath ragged. "So wet, so tight, like you were made to take me."

Her mind dissolved into sensation: the hard, relentless slide of him inside her, the aching stretch that bordered on unbearable, the sharp grind of his pelvis against her clit with every thrust.

The pressure built violently, ripping through her, her wolf howling in ecstasy inside her chest.

"I’m close," she gasped, voice breaking.

"Come for me," he demanded, driving into her with punishing force. "Scream my name when you do."

Her orgasm detonated, tearing through her like a violent storm. Her scream broke raw from her throat as her body convulsed, clamping down around him, milking him hard.

"Fuck, Em..." His curse cracked into a guttural roar as he thrust deep one last time, spilling hot and thick inside her. His whole body shuddered, his forehead slamming to her shoulder as he groaned.

They clung to each other, bodies wet with sweat, both shaking from the aftershocks.

Emerald’s chest heaved, her body still pulsing around him, her nails buried in his skin. And she knew she’d let him ruin her again and again if it meant feeling this alive.

"You drive me fucking insane," Kieran rasped against her lips.

But before she could answer, the door creaked open and Lucien walked in.