Chapter 21: Surrender to the Storm
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The space between us was razor-thin.
His breath, warm and steady, brushed against my lips. Not quite a kiss, but close enough to make my head spin.
I should have pushed him away. I should have run.
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
Not when his silver eyes burned into me, filled with a need so raw it set my nerves on fire.
“Say it,” he murmured, voice dark and dangerous.
My breath hitched. “Say what?”
“That you don’t want me.” His fingers lifted, barely skimming the edge of my jaw, but it was enough. Enough to send heat curling deep in my stomach.
Enough to make me crave more.
I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. “I—”
His other hand slid to my waist. Firm. Unyielding. Claiming.
I sucked in a breath, my pulse hammering against my ribs.
I should lie. I should tell him exactly what he wanted to hear.
But when his grip tightened—when his thumb dragged slow circles against my hip—the lie died on my tongue.
A smirk flickered across his lips. He knew.
And that infuriated me.
I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move.
Didn’t even flinch.
His smirk deepened, pure Alpha dominance radiating from his body. “That’s cute,” he murmured, amused. “Try again.”
A growl built in my throat. “You’re insufferable.”
He leaned in, his mouth grazing my ear, voice dangerously low.
“And you’re running out of excuses.”
Heat flooded my body, my wolf thrashing inside me.
She wanted him.
She recognized him.
And gods help me—so did I.
His fingers flexed against my waist, sending another wave of fire through my veins. “Tell me to stop, Selene.”
I tried to say it.
But the only sound that escaped was a shaky breath.
His control snapped.
One second, I was pressed against the wall, trapped in a war I was losing—
The next, his mouth crashed against mine.
Heat.
Pure, unforgiving heat.
His lips were firm, demanding, taking exactly what he knew I’d been denying for far too long. And the worst part?
I let him.
I kissed him back.
Hard.
Desperate.
Like I needed him to breathe.
His hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I gasped into his mouth—because gods, he was solid heat and strength, and he felt so good.
My fingers curled into his shirt, dragging him closer—
He growled, low and feral, before pressing me harder against the wall, claiming me deeper.
I whimpered.
And he lost control completely.
His mouth trailed from my lips to my jaw, down my neck, teeth grazing skin. A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers slid under my shirt, spreading heat like wildfire.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasped against my throat, but he already knew the answer.
Because instead of pushing him away—
I tilted my head, baring my neck.
And that was all he needed.
His teeth sank in.
A claim.
A promise.
And in that moment—
I was his.
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