CHAPTER 246: KISS WITH ROMAN

Eira’s POV

Just as I came downstairs, I heard a familiar voice.

"Here’s our starving ghost, finally awake," Rafe commented.

I looked at the bastard, lounging on the sofa with his legs stretched lazily over the center table, playing games on his mobile. But the moment he sensed my presence, he couldn’t shut his mouth.

I wanted to curse him, but then he looked up from his mobile and announced, "Jason, make sure to cook faster before this ghost eats all of us alive. Right, Caldwell?" And out of habit, he licked his canine with his tongue. "Drooling already?"

The mouth I opened to speak... shut immediately. My gaze got stuck on him—his mouth, and that tongue he just used. It reminded me of the moments when he kissed me.

What the fuck? What’s happening to me?

"Don’t tease her early in the morning," Lucian, busy in the kitchen, warned him.

I turned to look at him. Now my gaze stuck on Lucian too. My heart wasn’t stable anymore.

Not just Kael, but now even these two were affecting me—and the worst part, the one I didn’t want to be affected by was in the kitchen as well. That bastard Jason, looking straight at me, I was being pulled towards him as well.

"Too much staring, Caldwell," Rafe said. "Are you having perverted thoughts early in the morning? Want me to help you cool down?"

I snapped back to my senses. "Shut up, you jerk!" I spat angrily and ran to my room.

I wasn’t angry with him—but with myself. I’d never felt this way before.

Something was terribly wrong with me. It felt like I didn’t have control over myself.

I opened the door of my room and hurried inside to hide myself from their gazes, before they could truly see through me.

But the moment I entered the room in a rush, I collided with something... someone.

"Be careful," he said as he held me in his steady grip, helping me stand on my feet.

My eyes opened, only to be greeted by the close view of a bare chest—broad, warm, with water droplets still lingering on it. A man fresh out of the shower, wrapped in just a towel, smelling so good, was holding me so close.

Me—the one already losing control.

"Why are you running?" he asked, but I didn’t register any of his words, let alone raise my head to look at him.

All I did was let my hands roam across his chest, my face leaning closer to inhale his enticing scent as I closed my eyes. This was heaven—if it truly existed.

I wasn’t sure what took over me, but what I did next was even more shocking. My lips brushed along his shoulder, and I bit it—something inside me was urging me to do it.

I heard a low groan escape his lips, but I didn’t stop. In fact, I felt his hands tighten around me, pulling me closer, erasing the space between us.

The urge to bite him grew stronger, and I gave in to it.

I tasted blood, but it wasn’t disgusting. If I had any sanity left, I might have wondered if I was turning into a cannibal.

After a while, when I finally pulled my teeth out, a strong hand gripped the back of my head, forcing me to look up at him.

That sting of hair pull, only flared the urges inside me.

"Are you done?" Roman asked, his intense gaze observing my flushed face.

In response, my eyes moved to his mouth—the lips that were speaking to me. Well-defined, moist, warm... I wanted to taste them.

"Look at me," his deep voice commanded.

I looked up, and our gazes met. Maybe I was too blind to notice before, but he was truly so handsome, so perfect head to toe. My crazy senses were letting see which I never did before.

That handsome face, ash brown hair, the brown eyes with grey rim held the mysterious depth, the tall body so perfectly sculpted, every muscle felt like perfectly held together to create such a perfect form of a man. So good that I didn’t want to take my hands off of him. I wasn’t drunk, but was truly behaving like one.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice intentionally low.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest—I knew he could hear it. He could feel what was happening to me.

I didn’t say a word. Instead, I tiptoed and pressed my lips to his, sealing his mouth with mine. My hands circled around his neck, pulling him down to me.

He seemed stunned for a moment, as if he hadn’t expected it, but then didn’t waste another second before kissing me back.

His lips devoured my hungry ones. His arm tightened around my waist, keeping me steady, while his other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my face to his liking. I didn’t care if he was taking control—all I knew was that it felt good, and I wanted him to keep going.

I had never kissed anyone before on my own, never initiated it first. This was the first time—and it was with Roman.

There was no hostility, no bitterness—just pure need. The need that was driving my body insane.

If it had been with Kael or the others, I might have been embarrassed or hesitant. But with Roman, I felt free—free to do whatever I wished, free to demand whatever I wanted from him.

And I wanted more of him now. And he just gave me that as we kissed like crazies. It wouldn’t be wrong to say our mouths literally ate each other.

There was a knock on the door, and it opened. I didn’t care who it was since the door was behind me, while Roman could see the person.

"Be careful," the person said those two words and left.

It was Lucian. What did he mean by be careful? Was he here just to disturb us?

When we finally stopped, breathless, Roman said, "You should go shower."

I looked at him. I could see he wanted more as well, but he was resisting. Damn, that Lucian was clearly here to interrupt us. I was getting truly upset—but then, I felt relieved.

Some kind of craziness was taking over me, and maybe they didn’t want me to give in to it.

I lowered my eyes, hesitant. "I... am..."

"It’s alright. We’re mates. It’s normal to feel this way," he said, his fingers brushing my cheek in a touch that almost felt seductive. "Trust me, I can’t wait to get you under me... and fuck the soul out of you..."

Damn these words. Was he trying to stop me or entice me even more?

I looked at him.

His voice was restrained when he said further, "...But if we continue now, it won’t end anytime soon. You don’t want everyone in the house to hear you scream my name the entire day, right? Even Raven is around. Want to continue still?"

I quickly shook my lowered head.

He pecked my head softly. "Go have a shower. I’ll get clothes for you from the wardrobe."

I nodded quietly and entered the bathroom. The first thing I did was stand under the cold shower, trying to wash away the heat rising inside me.

Am I going into heat? Again? I couldn’t help but wonder. It’s not even been long since the last one... Is that normal?