Chapter 3
750 Words
“Continue?” I asked, feigning innocence in a whisper.
Alpha Lycan didn’t respond, but his fingers slid slowly up along my waistline.
Zaia shrieked, “What is he trying to do?!”
I grabbed his hand abruptly—his palm was burning hot.
“Stop,” I said, voice trembling.
In the front seat, Asher was still panting. His wolf ears were perked up, clearly eavesdropping.
Suddenly, Daphne cried out, “Oh no!”
“What’s wrong?” Asher immediately turned back.
“My heel broke.” She held up the snapped shoe heel, her eyes misty. “I can’t walk anymore.”
“Let me see.” Asher bent down to pick it up.
“No need.” Daphne tugged his arm, “There’s a shoe store nearby. Will you come with me and get me a new pair? Consider it a birthday gift?”
Asher hesitated, glancing at me.
“Go ahead,” I said, turning away.
Zaia snapped, “Pretending to be generous! He’s probably dying to go with her!”
The car door slammed shut.
Asher and Daphne disappeared around the corner.
The car fell silent.
Now, it was just me and Alpha Lycan.
The air turned heavy.
His breath grew closer, pressing in like a storm.
Zaia taunted, “Heart racing? Getting scared now?”
I pulled out my phone, fingers shaking.
“What are you doing?” Alpha Lycan raised an eyebrow.
“Calling Asher,” I bit my lip. “Asking how long they’ll be.”
The call connected.
By the third ring, someone picked up—
But no one spoke.
Only the static buzz of the line, tangled with soft, shallow gasps.
It was Daphne’s voice, syrupy sweet: “Don’t touch… there…”
Then came Asher’s husky murmur, “What are you afraid of…”
“Mmm… be gentle…”
“Do you like it?”
“You’re awful…”
The obscene sounds poured through the receiver, stabbing into my ears.
I dropped the phone to the floor mat with a loud thud.
Then I grabbed Alpha Lycan’s tie and yanked him toward me.
“Kiss me,” I demanded, voice laced with fury.
He didn’t hesitate.
His lips crashed down on mine.
I didn’t expect him to actually do it.
My eyes widened—I instinctively tried to push him away, but his arms only tightened.
Zaia yelled, “Push him, you i***t!”
I gasped, and he took the chance to slip in deeper, his kiss unrelenting.
Zaia cursed, “No backbone! But… damn, what a kiss!”
He chuckled lowly, then tore open my shirt.
Buttons flew and bounced off the car window.
His fingers traced my skin—but never forced, never rough.
Outside, Daphne’s flirtatious laugh rang out, crystal clear through the closed car window.
Alpha Lycan suddenly bit my earlobe and whispered, voice like sandpaper, “Say my name.”
“No…”
“Afraid he’ll hear you?” he ground his hips forward. “Didn’t seem so shy earlier.”
Shame was drowned out by rage.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and tilted my head back.
The sound that escaped my lips cracked—but it was loud enough to overpower everything outside.
His hand slipped under my skirt, and the heat of his werewolf body made me tremble.
“Remember this,” he kissed my chest, “from now on, this only beats for me.”
The phone was still ringing.
Asher and Daphne’s voices were getting closer.
Zaia shouted, “They’re coming back!”
My shirt had slipped down to my elbows, my skirt bunched at my waist.
The scent of herbs and lust thickened the air in the car.
“Alpha Lycan…”
“Call me Lycan.”
“Lycan…”
I collapsed into the seat, too weak to even lift a finger, panting hard.
He calmly adjusted his tie, a smirk still lingering on his lips.
Alpha Lycan curved his lips into a smile, his fingertip gently wiping the moisture at the corner of my mouth.
“Kiara.”
“Hm?” My eyes were dazed; I still hadn’t caught my breath.
He leaned in again, planting a long, tender kiss on my swollen lips.
Then, pressing his forehead to mine, he whispered huskily in my ear:
“When we arrive at the birthday party in the Rose Garden, I’ll give you… much more.”
Zaia screamed, “What does that mean?! Is he making a promise?!”
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