Chapter 5: The Bite That Wasn’t Given
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They didn’t speak for hours after.
Not because there was nothing to say, but because every word felt like a risk.
Too many eyes. Too many ears. Too many secrets in the stone walls of the Lycan Court.
Luna and Kael were no longer just drawn to each other by fate. Now, they are linked by danger.
Alicia and Xavier had begun to circle—one with venom, the other with charm—and Luna could feel the noose tightening around both their throats.
So they started to meet in the in-between places.
The corridors between wings.
The hidden staircases behind old tapestries.
The archives where shadows fell thick and silence felt intimate.
They didn’t kiss.
Not in public.
But his fingers brushed hers too long when passing a scroll.
Her thigh grazed his hip when they crossed paths too closely in a turn.
She leaned too close to whisper.
He breathed too deeply when she passed.
No one saw.
But both of them burned.
Their first secret meeting came at midnight.
In the map chamber—abandoned after the King's death—Kael unlocked a side wall that led into a forgotten space, dusty and cramped, barely large enough to stand in.
Luna followed him in, brushing cobwebs from her shoulder, her chest nearly pressed against his back.
"You brought me to a closet?" she whispered.
His voice was low. "Do you know how many lies this court has buried?"
"I was more interested in what you wanted to do to me in the dark."
He turned—fast—and pinned her against the wooden panel.
The door creaked shut behind them.
His hand slid up her inner thigh beneath her dress, slow and rough.
"We shouldn’t," he murmured, but his fingers were already parting her folds. "But tell me to stop."
She grabbed his collar. "You’re already inside the fire. Might as well burn."
They didn’t have much time.
He hiked her leg up around his waist, tugged her panties aside, and slid into her in one long, hot thrust.
Her cry was muffled against his shoulder.
He moved fast, deep, desperate—one hand clamped over her mouth, the other gripping her ass. The scent of arousal and moonlight mixed in the air as the wood groaned behind her.
Each thrust was a risk.
Every moan bitten back was another betrayal of silence.
"You're mine," he growled, hips snapping harder. "Even when you pretend you're not."
She came shaking in his arms.
He followed seconds later, biting her shoulder—not to mark, not yet—but to muffle his own groan.
After, they stayed like that.
Still pressed together, breaths tangled, sweat cooling on their skin.
Then, without a word, she straightened her dress. He buttoned his shirt.
And they slipped into opposite corridors.
No one saw.
No one knew.
But the tension was electric.
Three days passed.
Each moment they weren’t touched was torture.
Each second they were in danger.
In the Great Hall, Alicia’s eyes never left Luna’s back.
Xavier smiled too politely.
Kael rarely looked at her—but when did he?
It was like a thousand hands ran up her thighs.
On the fourth day, Luna slipped into Kael’s war chamber late at night.
He was poring over maps, shirtless, candlelight throwing golden shadows across his chest.
"You're late," he said without looking up.
"You're half-naked."
He smirked. "Coincidence."
She stepped behind him, leaned down, her breasts grazing his back.
"Your sister suspects."
"Let her."
"Xavier asked if I still dreamt about him," she whispered, lips brushing Kael’s neck.
He tensed. "And?"
She bit his earlobe. "I said no. I only dream about your hands around my throat."
The table flipped.
Maps scattered.
Kael shoved everything aside, lifted her onto the war desk, pushed her knees wide, and dropped to his knees between her thighs.
“No time for teasing,” he growled. “You’ll be the death of me.”
His tongue found her fast, mouth greedy, fingers rough. She gasped, hand fisting in his hair as she rocked against his face.
It wasn’t love.
It was needed.
Silent. Savage. Sacred.
She came against his mouth, legs trembling.
He rose without a word, kissed her like he needed her to breathe, and pulled her off the table, pressing her against the cold wall as he entered her again—fast and punishing.
She wrapped her legs around him, eyes rolling back.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Give me something to remember.”
He f****d her until she forgot her name.
And when it was over, they stood chest to chest, foreheads pressed, heartbeat to heartbeat.
“We’re going to get caught,” she whispered.
“I hope we do,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “So I have an excuse to kill everyone who looks at you.”
She kissed him one last time, slow and dirty, then vanished into the night.
Later that week, Alicia and Xavier held a closed-door meeting with the Council.
Whispers began to swirl.
That Kael had been seen entering a restricted wing.
That a hunter was smuggling secrets to the outside.
That the Queen’s bastard was once again… breaking rules.
Luna and Kael met one final time in a high tower, wrapped in moonlight and fear.
He held her hand too tightly.
“This ends soon,” he said. “They’re circling.”
She nodded. “Then let them.
I’d rather burn beside you than live cold.”
But when she turned to kiss him—
He was already walking away.
And this time…
He didn’t look back.
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