Chapter 20
Sybil
Iwalked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but Samian’s shirt.
Though I wasn’t small, his shirt gazed at my thighs, wrapping me in the comfort of his smell.
My gaze slid over to Samian, leaning back, still reading on the chaise in front of the window—the spot he has recently taken up residence in since the day the beithir attacked me.
His mind lost in the book, I used the moment to study him, to explore the way his powerful chest rose with slow, even breaths, and how he licked his finger before turning the page like an old man.
The shadow cat that I conveniently named Salem was curled up, sleeping in the rumpled blanket on my bed.
My lips rose in a small smile at the peaceful scene. A scene that I never wanted to end.
A loud crash reverberated through my room as a door was flung open, making me flinch. Samian rushed in front of me, hiding me from the intruder when my bedroom door swung open. Kieran stood in the doorway, his midnight hair disheveled, his crimson eyes glowing when he spotted me.
“Leave,” Kieran grunted to Samian, keeping his eyes only on me.
“I think you need to calm down before stepping any further, brother,” Samian said calmly, eyeing the twitch in Kieran’s hand at his words. Samian slightly shifted, tension gathering in his muscles, readying himself as if Kieran was going to attack.
“I am calm,” Kieran snapped, finally wrenching his eyes from mine. He glared at Samian, his chest puffing. “I need to have a word with Sybil. Without you.”
I reached out, patting Samian’s back. Samian twisted to stare down at me, his face full of conflict.
He knew, as well as I did, that Kieran wouldn’t hurt me, but I could see the war in his eyes.
Kieran and I needed to settle our argument, to come to an agreement on how to move forward, and though Samian didn’t want to leave me alone, he understood this was something we could no longer ignore.
When I nodded, Samian’s apprehension fell away, and he turned back to Kieran. “I’ll be in my room. Call me when you’re finished.”
I watched Samian walk out, turning to use the passageway to return to his own room, leaving Kieran and me alone. When I could no longer see Samian, my eyes met Kieran’s agitated gaze. Goosebumps pebbled down my arm, my core aching at the sight of him, still so furious.
The muscle in his jaw feathered, his hands clenching and unclenching like he was fighting the urge to come closer.
But I stood my ground, my chin lifting in the air.
I was still angry about his demand that I sit out this mission, though Samian helped me understand why I needed to.
He helped me realize I was too close to this, too invested in the need for action, to the point where it would make me careless.
However, that didn’t mean that I couldn’t be a part of whatever plan he created.
So, I stood there, waiting for him to make his next move.
Taking one painstakingly slow step after another, Kieran finally closed the distance between us, coming so close that his body brushed up against mine, sending sparks of exhilaration and anticipation tingling through my body.
Salem’s ears perked up, his head rising from the bed, eyeing Kieran with those depthless eyes.
Salem’s head tilted, his nose sniffing the air before deciding that Kieran was not a threat.
Jumping down from the bed, Salem disappeared into a shadow in the corner of my bedroom.
Kieran watched the shadow cat leave, only turning back to me once he was sure Salem was gone.
The fury in his eyes was still there, though it seemed more tamed.
Raising his hand, he wrapped it loosely around my throat.
My breath hitched, my lips slightly parting when I felt his length hardening against my stomach.
Warmth coiled low in my stomach, and I fought against a shiver.
“I know you’re angry with what I said,” he murmured, his tone low and deep. “But you will not disappear on me again, is that understood?”
Swallowing, I nodded, finding myself unable to speak. I knew that if I tried, it wouldn’t be words that came out of my mouth, not when my body felt like it was about to erupt from his touch.
“I need you to do something other than nod, Sybil. Use your words. Tell me you understand.” Kieran's grip tightened, his voice still hard and demanding.
“I understand,” I murmured, hoping the slight quiver in my voice couldn’t be heard.
“But I need you to know that just because you want to protect me, it doesn’t mean you can put me on the sidelines.
I’ll listen, but I will not be cast aside.
I am not powerless, and if you do that again, I will take matters into my own hands. ”
“Is that a threat?” Kieran growled, his touch feeling like fire against my skin.
“It’s more than that, Kieran. It’s a promise.”
Kieran stared down at me, the intensity in his eyes severe.
The seconds passed by before his eyes dipped down to my lips.
His hand tightened once more on my neck, and he stepped closer, pushing me back until I was pressed against the wall behind me.
I shuddered a breath, need pumping through my veins.
My hand came up, wrapping around his wrist, but I didn’t push his hand away.
Instead, I kept it there, holding it against me.
A knowing smirk rose in the corner of his lips, and he lowered his head, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Do you like my hand against your throat, Princess?”
A shiver shot down my spine, and I swallowed my whimper. My breath felt shallow, and I wanted more.
“Are you going to be a good girl and do as I say?” Kieran’s voice was so frighteningly low that my center throbbed, and I whispered a yes.
Kieran’s hand released from my throat, letting it slide down my body until both hands painfully gripped the curve of my ass.
He released a hiss when he felt I wore nothing underneath Samian’s shirt.
“Were you hoping I would come visit this pretty little cunt?” Kieran asked, his words making me flush.
“Is that why you left yourself bare for me? If I touch you, will I find your pussy weeping for me?” Kieran’s hand moved, dipping underneath my shirt, sliding a finger against my slick center.
I moaned, arching my hips, needing more of his touch. “Are you going to let me be a part of this mission?” My voice sounded hoarse, my heart beating wildly in my chest. It was hard to focus in my lust-filled haze, but I demanded to be included. I had to put my words into action.
“Only if you agree to listen to my orders,” Kieran said, slipping a finger inside of me. I gasped, my knees feeling weak. “Can you do that, my love—my mate? Can you be satisfied with what I give you?” Kieran slowly pumped once, twice, before adding a second finger.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Just let me be a part of this, and I will follow all of your orders.”
Kieran chuckled, removing his fingers while his lips curled into a wicked smile. “Then wrap those pretty legs around my waist.”
Kieran lifted me, pushing me into the wall with his hips, grinding against my center.
My legs wrapped around him, my ankles crossed, my heels digging into his ass to move him closer.
A strangled noise came out of me, but Kieran’s lips found mine, claiming and devouring me.
I opened to him, matching his every move.
My body trembled, aching for more, begging to feel the heat of his skin against mine.
Suddenly, Kieran’s arms flexed, quickly lifting me high in the air.
I yelped as he guided my legs over his shoulders, his face mere inches away from my core.
He slammed me back against the wall, holding me up by my ass as his mouth seized me, his teeth sinking around my clit.
I cried out, my hands shooting to his head, grabbing hold of his hair.
He groaned against my folds, his tongue flattening, licking away the sharp pain, letting it morph into an ecstasy that I had never felt before.
Using the wall as leverage, his hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he speared me with his tongue.
I pulled him closer, a harsh moan leaving my throat when his teeth grazed around that sensitive bundle.
Electricity shot up my spine, pleasure crashing over me as he continued doing wicked things with his tongue.
My body trembling, Kieran jerked us away from the wall, twisting and heaving me onto the bed. “Take off the shirt,” he growled, his eyes growing hungry, filled with lust.
Ripping it over my head, I let it fall to the floor, keeping my hooded eyes glued to him. Kieran’s clothes quickly followed, his powerful body on full display. My mouth dried, my gaze dipping as his hand wrapped around his hard length, pumping.
“Like what you see, Princess?” Before I could answer, Kieran climbed onto the bed, hovering above me, gliding his cock along my slick folds. I shuddered at the heat of him. “Do you remember what I told you last time?”
“That you wouldn’t let anyone stop you from finishing what you started,” I breathed, swallowing back a moan when I felt him pushing against my entrance.
“Anyone but you. Tell me to stop and I will, understood?”
A warm smile rose on my lips, and his eyes widened slightly before his lips crashed onto mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my mouth opening from the demand of his kiss.
My blood turned to flames with the need and want for something more. Arching my hips, I pressed against him, urging him further. Kieran slowly pushed inside, groaning as he filled me inch by inch. I gasped at the fullness when he was fully seated.
“Fuck,” he growled, his chest heaving. “You feel so good around me, Princess.”