My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 93

My lungs still burned.

Even though Devon had already pulled me into the safety of his arms, even though Elias’ shadow was gone from the hallway, I couldn’t stop shaking. My chest rose and fell in frantic jerks, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs so violently I thought it might break through. Joey stirred weakly beside me, half-conscious after the blow she’d taken, but all I could do was clutch Devon’s shirt with trembling fists as if letting go would mean Elias would come back and drag me away.

“I’ve got you,” Devon’s voice was low, guttural, more animal than man. His scent surrounded me, smoke and pine and fury, his body hot and hard against mine. His hands ran over me quickly, checking, searching, making sure Elias hadn’t hurt me. “You’re safe now. He didn’t touch you. Tell me he didn’t”

I shook my head violently before he could finish, tears spilling down my cheeks. “No. No, he didn’t. But… but he almost” My throat closed, choking on the thought of what might have happened if Devon hadn’t come when he did.

Devon’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a feral glow. He leaned down until his forehead pressed against mine, his voice breaking into a ragged growl. “I swear on the Moon Goddess, Addy, I’ll rip him apart for ever laying a hand on you. He won’t breathe the same air as you again.”

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to let his promise erase the fear still coiling in my stomach, but my body betrayed me. My knees buckled, my hands shook, and sobs tore out of me in broken gasps.

Devon didn’t hesitate. He scooped me up, holding me bridal style, and barked orders at the patrol guards to carry Joey to the infirmary. My protests died in my throat I was too weak to argue, too desperate for the steady anchor of his presence.

By the time he carried me back into our chambers and kicked the door shut, the last thread of my restraint snapped.

I clung to him, burying my face in his chest, inhaling his scent like it was the only thing keeping me alive. My voice broke. “I was so scared, Devon. He was going to take me… he was going to take me and the baby…”

Devon froze, then tilted my face up to his. His eyes were molten fire, his wolf clawing just beneath the surface. “You’re mine, Addy. Mine. No one takes you from me. No one touches you. Do you understand?”

The rough edge in his tone should have terrified me, but instead it grounded me. My fear twisted into something else something raw and desperate, something only Devon could burn away.

“I need you, please” I whispered, the words tumbling out broken but certain. “I need to feel you, right now. Make it real. Make me forget…”

For a short moment, his eyes searched mine, torn between anger at Elias and tenderness for me. Then his control snapped. With a guttural growl, he pressed me back against the wall, his mouth crushing against mine in a kiss that stole the air from my lungs. It was rough, claiming, his teeth grazing, his tongue demanding, and I clung to him like he was my only lifeline.

His hands roamed over me, impatient, almost frantic. Each tug, each grip, each stroke was rougher than usual, fueled by rage and desperation, but I welcomed it. My fear melted beneath his touch, replaced by heat that spread through me until I was burning.

“Say it again,” he rasped against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, arching against him. “Always yours.”

A growl of satisfaction rumbled in his chest, vibrating against me as his hands slid under my clothes, tearing away the layers between us. My body answered him before my mind could catch up, aching for him, needing him to remind me that I belonged here in his arms, in his bed, nowhere else.

He lifted me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist, and carried me to the bed with a hunger that made my pulse race. He laid me down, but there was no gentleness in the way he claimed me this time. His kisses were bruising, his hands rough, his movements relentless as if he needed to brand me, to mark me, to erase every trace of Elias’ attempt from my skin.

And I let him.

I craved it, the roughness, the intimacy, the urgency, the raw passion that left me breathless. Every growl that tore from his throat, every sharp thrust, every possessive grip of his hands drove Elias’ shadow further and further from my mind. Devon filled me until there was no space left for fear only fire.

Between gasps and cries, I whispered his name like a prayer, like a spell, grounding myself in the only truth that mattered: I was his. And nothing not Elias, not the war brewing outside, not even fate could change that.