Chapter 3
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~ Judy ~
The rest of my haze shatters.
I freeze at the sound of the knock, my heart pounding in my chest.
Who could it be?
Slowly, I climb out of bed and wipe my fingers with some tissues before I pad towards the door.
Getting to the door, I peer through the peephole.
But I don’t see anyone.
Was that knock an imagination?
Still not seeing anyone through the peephole, I decide to walk back to my bed, but as I turn to leave, my feet hit something on the floor.
I look down.
It is a note lying under the door frame.
Maybe that knock wasn’t my imagination. Whoever that knocked back then must have kept this note.
But why?
Hesitantly, I bend and pick up the folded note.
Standing upright, I unfold the paper, my eyes locking on the words.
‘We need to talk. Midnight. The old warehouse district. Come alone. -K’
K? Kieran?
My stomach flips.
His scent is on the paper. That same scent of cedarwood and black coffee that makes my head spin with sinful thoughts of him.
What does he want with me?
Answers?
Or something else?
No. I shouldn’t go. This is probably a trap, maybe even Eliza’s doing.
However, the bond pricks me inside my chest like a siren call of lust and danger.
Maybe he just wants to talk.
Moreover, what do I have to lose?
It’s not like there is anything valuable I have in my life right now.
Folding back the paper, I walk towards the wardrobe and dress up in tight jeans that hug my ass and a low-cut top that teases just enough cleavage to make a statement.
If Kieran is truly the one summoning me, then I should make him regret it.
~ 🥀🖤 🥀 ~
The warehouse district is a labyrinth of abandoned buildings with graffiti-strewn walls. The moonlight shining down from the sky is a surprise to me because I thought the moon was no longer going to come out after the rain. Behind me, there is distant traffic, but it doesn’t bother me since I am walking.
Some few minutes later, I arrive at the destination and scent him before I even see him.
Fuck. Why does his scent have to be this intoxicating?
Swallowing hard, I keep walking, never stopping. He is leaning against a rusted beam, his arms folded across his chest. He is such a sexy demigod who doesn’t even need to do too much to get any woman’s attention.
Such a charmer.
As I get closer, I see that his shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his chest hair.
The sight makes me swallow hard again.
“You came,” he says, pushing off the beam and stalking towards me like an apex predator.
“It’s not like you gave me any other choice,” I retort, but my voice is breathy and betraying the heat throbbing down in my core.
He stops inches away from me, his height towering over me. “Judy, why do I feel like this around you?”
I gulp. “Feel what?”
“Like… I feel like there is something pulling me towards you.” His hand lifts, tracing my jawline with a feather-light touch that sends shivers down my spine.
I gasp softly, leaning into him despite knowing better. “You tell me, Alpha. You’re the one who is married.”
His eyes darken, the pupils dilating with desire before he suddenly crowds me against a wall, his body pressing firmly into mine and caging me in with his powerful frame.
Fuck.
His hand lifts and lands on the wall beside my head, trapping me further in addition with his broad shoulders blocking my escape. His other hand trails down my side, gripping my waist possessively.
The rough texture of the warehouse wall scrapes against my back through my thin top, adding to the sparks spreading through me from the heat radiating from his body.
I want to push him away. I should push him away.
But I can’t.
His chest is heaving hard like he is barely restraining himself. I can feel every inch of him on my skin, including his muscled thighs pinning my legs and how his c**k is hardening against my stomach, thick and throbbing with desire.
The air crackles between us, and I wonder if I am going to survive this.
“Tell me you don’t feel it too,” he murmurs, his voice rumbling through me and making my core clench in anticipation. His breath is fanning hot over my face as he leans in much closer, his lips hovering just a whisper away from mine.
“Answer me.” He demands.
“Why do you care?” I snap weakly, instantly hating how fragile I sound. He says nothing, but his lips brush my neck, not kissing, just hovering and teasing me, his warm breath sending electric sparks skittering across my skin.
Dear God.
The scent of his arousal mingles with mine, thick, heady, and wrapping around us like a fog of forbidden desire. My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer even though my mind is screaming at me to stop.
I don’t stop.
My fingers dig into his shirt, feeling the rapid beat of his heart mirroring my own chaotic pulse. At my touch, he shifts slightly, his free hand sliding up to cup my face before his thumb slides down, tilting up my jaw to expose more of my neck.
A gaspy moan escapes me when his thumb brushes over the racing pulse point in my neck.
“You smell like sin,” he whispers against my skin, his voice husky with desire. “I don’t know why I can’t get enough.”
But I know why.
He is mine.
Deep inside my heart, he has always been there despite the pain.
His thumb brushes my skin again, drawing me deeper into this tangled web of temptation between us. My body rocks subtly into him and he responds with a low groan, his c**k grinding back just enough to make me gasp.
Fuck.
The friction is teasing my sensitive skin through our clothes, my resolve crumbling as I arch into him, craving more of his touch.
This is a twisted danger that will consume us both.
I should stop this.
“Kieran, you’re… you’re my brother-in-law,” I whisper, my voice trembling as heat pools between my thighs together with the guilt that is twisting inside my guts.
“And yet, here we are,” he growls, his lips hovering inches away from mine.
With my eyes still locked on his lips, I lick mine, unable to stop myself.
“f**k,” he curses.
And without warning, his mouth slams down on mine, claiming my lips with fire and hunger. I gasp, my eyes shutting as I drink him in.
God help me, I can’t get enough.
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