Burning Hours
416 Words
(The Witching Hour - Lira's POV)
The fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the cave walls. Lira lay perfectly still, every nerve ending alive with restless energy. Three feet away, Kael's broad back rose and fell with steady breaths—or so he wanted her to think.
She knew better.
The scent of him—wilderness and winter and something darker—clung to her skin like a second layer. Her fingers twitched against her thigh, remembering the way his calloused hands had gripped her hips earlier. The way his golden eyes had darkened when she trembled.
A log cracked in the fire.
Her breath hitched.
Slowly, so slowly, her hand drifted downward—
"Keep going."
Kael's voice, rough with sleep and something else, sent a shock through her system.
(Face to Face)
She whirled to find him propped on one elbow, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes. Moonlight caught the sharp angle of his jaw, the predatory curve of his smile.
"Don't let me stop you, princess."
Her cheeks burned. "I wasn't—"
"Liar." He moved like liquid shadow, closing the distance between them in one fluid motion. His knee pressed between her thighs, his heat searing through the thin fabric of her sleep clothes. "I can smell your desire from here."
(The Game)
Lira bared her teeth. "Get. Off."
His chuckle vibrated through her chest. "Make me."
She surged up—only to have him catch her wrists, pinning them to the furs above her head. His free hand traced the column of her throat, down to the rapid flutter of her pulse.
"Tell me to stop," he breathed against her lips.
Her hips arched of their own accord.
The first touch of his fingers stole her breath.
Kael worshipped her like a man starved, mapping every gasp, every shiver. His mouth followed where his hands led—the delicate shell of her ear, the racing pulse at her throat, the swell of her breast above her binding wraps.
"You're so responsive," he murmured against her skin. "Like you were made for me."
Lira's claws shredded the furs beneath her.
When his fingers finally dipped beneath her waistband, she saw stars.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Her silver eyes locked with his gold—and the world shattered.
Later, with her back pressed to his chest and his arms locked around her waist, Kael pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
"Still want me to get off?"
Lira elbowed him in the ribs.
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