lira's hour
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(Midnight - Lira's POV)
The fire had burned down to glowing embers when the ache between my thighs became unbearable.
I lay perfectly still, listening to the steady breathing around me—Ryn's light snoring, Jarek's occasional sleep-mumbles. And him. Always him. Kael's breaths were too controlled to be real sleep, the bastard. I could feel his golden eyes on me even through the darkness.
Biting my lip, I rolled onto my side, turning my back to where he lounged against the far cave wall. My fingers crept downward, tracing idle circles over my stomach beneath the furs. The memory of his hands on me earlier—rough and demanding—made my skin prickle with heat.
I shouldn't.
I did.
(The Fantasy)
My touch drifted lower as I imagined it was his calloused fingers instead of mine. His wicked mouth whispering filthy promises against my neck. That arrogant smirk as he—
A floorboard creaked.
I froze.
(Kael's POV)
I'd been watching for hours.
The way her restless body twisted in the furs. The bitten-off sighs she thought no one heard. The scent of her arousal thickening the air until it drowned out even the smoke from the dying fire.
Now, her silver eyes locked with mine across the darkness—wide with shock, pupils blown black with desire.
I moved like shadow, crossing to her in three silent strides. My knee pressed into the furs beside her hip as I leaned down, my voice a rough whisper against her ear:
"Don't stop on my account, princess."
(The Push)
Lira scrambled backward like a startled hare, the furs pooling around her waist. "Get the hell away from me."
I caught her wrist before she could reach her dagger, pinning it above her head. My other hand traced the path hers had taken moments before—the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip.
"You want to pretend you hate this?" My thumb brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "Then why are you dripping for me?"
She bucked against me, her breath coming in sharp gasps. "I was—"
"Thinking about me?" I nipped at her jaw. "About my hands on you? My mouth?"
(The Pull)
A whimper escaped her throat as my fingers found the evidence of her desire. Her hips arched of their own accord, seeking more.
"Still want me to leave?" I teased, circling that perfect bundle of nerves with agonizing slowness.
Her claws pricked my chest where she gripped my shirt. "Kael—"
"Say it." My teeth grazed her mating gland. "Tell me who you were thinking about."
She thrashed beneath me, pride warring with need. I added a second finger, curling just right—
"YOU," she gasped, her back bowing off the furs. "Always you, damn you—"
(The Fall)
The confession shattered between us.
I swallowed her cry with my mouth as her release crashed through her, my fingers working her through every shuddering wave. When she finally went boneless beneath me, I licked my fingers clean with deliberate slowness.
Her silver eyes tracked the movement, her chest still heaving.
"Now," I murmured, pressing her hand against the painful evidence of my own desire. "What do you plan to do about this, princess?"
(The Reckoning)
For one heartbeat, two, we stared each other down—both knowing this changed everything.
Then her claws shredded my shirt as she yanked me down.
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