CHAPTER 476: THE MENTION OF KAID

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Chapter 476

~Snow’s POV~

The morning air was crisp, the kind that clung to your skin and reminded you the world kept spinning, even when your heart was tied up in knots.

I zipped up my travelling bag even as the weight of the trip ahead pressed on my shoulders. The alliance with Alpha Draven couldn’t wait—not after the threats we’d sniffed out along the border.

Zara stepped into the room barefoot from the restroom, having brushed her teeth and washed her face, her hair still tousled from sleep. "Let me come with you."

I didn’t even look up. "No."

She pouted, arms folded over the oversized shirt she’d stolen from my drawer. My favourite one.

"Snow—"

I turned and walked toward her, cupping her cheek gently. "You know I love you. I cannot let you undertake this journey. You’ve done enough already... bringing me back and keeping yourself for me amongst other things. Now, rest and allow me to finish this."

Zara’s eyes narrowed, and she pressed her lips tightly. "I’m not fragile, you know."

"I know," I murmured, brushing my thumb across her cheekbone. "But you’ve been out of work too long. You need to stabilise the company while I’m gone. You’re needed here."

She cocked a brow. "Exactly why I should come."

"No. I’m the head. I’m your alpha. Your husband—" she narrowed her eyes, giving me that icy deathly stare and I swallowed as I quickly corrected myself. "—To be."

Zara smiled, her dangerous look gone without a trace. I sighed, tilting my head. "Yes. I know we divorced, but Zara, please... listen to me."

Her voice dropped low. "Then let us do it as a couple."

I stared at her for a long second, jaw clenching, thinking of how to stop this woman from stressing herself.

But then she said it. "I’ll just have to go to Kaid and ask for help."

Everything inside me snapped.

In the blink of an eye, I grabbed her and had her pinned against the wall before I even realized I’d moved. My lips crushed hers, wild and full of heat, possessive in a way words could never be.

She whimpered beneath me, her fingers curling in my shirt.

I pulled back, breath ragged, heart thundering. "Don’t say his name like that," I growled, my eyes burning—one violet, the other blue as I stared into her eyes, but I ignored it, thinking it was nothing and focused on my bride-to-be. "You belong to me. Don’t make me take you here and now."

Zara blinked up at me, stunned and breathless. "Oh, okay then. I’ll just... get ready."

I leaned in again, brushing my lips against hers. "That’s not what I meant."

She stilled when I pushed my hips forward, letting my crotch brush agains hers.

"I meant fuck you silly right now," I whispered against her skin, "so no one else’s mouth, no one else’s fingers, could ever make you feel even half as good."

Zara’s cheeks flushed. She licked her lips. "You already have."

That was all the invitation I needed.

I scooped her up and dropped her gently onto the couch, kneeling between her legs. Her shirt had ridden up from the rush, baring the smooth expanse of her thighs—long, warm, and already trembling.

I didn’t rush.

I ran my hands up her legs slowly, fingertips grazing her skin like she was silk spun over steel. The soft moan she let out was worth the patience. When I reached her hips, I pushed her shirt higher, exposing the curve of her waist, her stomach, until her breasts spilled free.

Zara sucked in a breath, her chest rising as I took in the sight of her—flushed, breathing hard, already so reactive.

"You’re beautiful," I murmured.

Then I leaned down and caught her nipple in my mouth, sucking gently at first, then deeper, tongue swirling as my hand found the other breast, rolling the hardened peak between my fingers.

She gasped, arching into me, fingers flying to my hair as she clutched me close.

"Snow... oh gods... yes..."

Her voice was breathy, pleading, and it only drove me further.

I gave each breast the same reverence—tongue flicking, lips pulling, hands kneading. I wanted her trembling before I even made it between her legs.

By the time I kissed a slow trail down her stomach, her body was already twitching beneath my touch, skin burning with heat. I paused just above the waistband of her panties, pressing a kiss to the soft flesh of her hip.

Her hips lifted without a word. An offering.

Good girl.

I hooked my fingers under the thin fabric and peeled it down inch by inch, teasing every part of her thighs with soft bites and open-mouthed kisses until she was squirming.

"You’re going slow on purpose," she panted.

"Of course," I said, voice husky. "You deserve to be worshipped."

And I meant every damn word.

I nudged her thighs apart and settled between them, inhaling her scent. Gods, she was already wet, slick and glistening, swollen with need.

I kissed the inside of her thigh first, slowly and deliberately, then moved higher. She whimpered when I blew a soft breath against her core, her hips jerking in anticipation.

"Snow, please..."

I didn’t make her wait anymore.

My tongue slid over her folds in one long, slow stroke, and she cried out, hands flying to my head, fingers tightening in my hair.

I moaned against her, letting the vibration tease her clit before sucking it gently into my mouth. I found a rhythm that had her thighs shaking around my shoulders, her cries growing louder, more desperate.

She tasted like heaven and sin.

Every flick of my tongue drew another sound from her throat. Every swirl had her clenching, gasping, begging. I slid one arm around her waist to keep her steady, the other moving to join my mouth—fingers slipping into her slowly, stretching her, curling just right.

"F-fuck—Snow!"

Her voice broke on my name, hips jerking against my face. I didn’t stop. If anything, I went harder—tongue relentless, fingers deep, every part of me working to unravel her completely.

Zara writhed, her body tight with the pressure building inside her. Her hands gripped my hair like a lifeline, and I could feel the tremor starting in her thighs.

"Cum for me, baby," I said against her, my breath hot, lips brushing her soaked core.

She shattered.

Her cry echoed off the walls as her body arched high off the couch, thighs clamping tight around me as the orgasm ripped through her.

She was trembling, shuddering, her moans broken and breathless as I held her through every wave, licking her slowly until she sagged back, boneless and ruined.

When I finally pulled back, her skin was flushed, damp, her chest heaving with every ragged breath.

I kissed the inside of her thigh one last time, then trailed slow kisses up her body—her hip, her stomach, her ribs.

When I reached her mouth again, I kissed her deep and unhurried, letting her taste herself on my lips and not caring in the slightest.

Her eyes fluttered open, glazed and heavy.

"You’re insane," she whispered.

I smiled against her mouth. "Only for you."

She let out a soft laugh, still breathless. "If you keep doing that, I’m never letting you leave."

I looked into her eyes, brushing a strand of hair off her damp forehead. "I’m coming back to you. Always."

And gods help anyone who tried to keep me from her.

Zara blinked at me, still dazed. "You fight dirty, Snow."

I grinned. "Only when Kaid’s name comes up."

She shoved me weakly. "You’re ridiculous."

I sat beside her, fingers brushing her thigh. "I just want you safe."

"I know." She turned her head, resting it on my shoulder. "But you don’t have to protect me from everything. I’m not porcelain."

"I know," I said again, quieter. "But you’re mine. Let me carry this burden."

We sat there for a while in silence, her body warm against mine.

Finally, she whispered, "Okay. Go."

I looked at her, surprised.

Zara smiled, small but fiercely. "You need to go. But when you get back... we’re talking about this whole husband-to-be thing."

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Deal."

She got dressed while I grabbed my coat and keys. When I walked outside, she trailed behind, barefoot again. She stopped beside my car and rested her hand on my chest.

"Come back safe."

"I promise."

She kissed me one more time softly, full of everything we didn’t have time to say.

Then the moment shattered.

A black SUV pulled into the compound, kicking up gravel as it skidded to a stop.

"Oh shit," I muttered already sensing who it was.

Zara arched a brow. "What now?"

"I forgot... I texted Tempest."

The car door flew open before I could explain. Tempest stepped out, boots hitting the ground with purpose, eyes already locked on me.

"Koda, park it somewhere," she called behind her as she shut the door.

"Brother!" she called, her tone light but dangerous. "Zara, love!"

Zara gave me a sidelong glance, then rushed to the window while adjusting her clothes and waved. "Tempest."

I swallowed hard.

Quickly, Zara rushed back into the bathroom, probably to wash off the smell of cum on her, before stepping out like three minutes later and rushing towards the closet for a change of clothes.

All the while, my smile was wide as I watched her. Once she was done, sporting a simple white top and jean shorts with no bra, we headed downstairs with my luggage.

"Snow! Zara!"