Chapter 46
Istared down at the draft I’d busted out within a few hours. It still needed work, and I had to input key witnesses, but the framework was done. I sat back and sighed.
By staying with Greymont Pack, I might actually have a shot at publishing the exposé and putting an end to Bourne Pack’s corruption. I closed the laptop. Tomorrow, I’d do another run-through of it. Take a look at it with a fresh perspective.
Exhaling, I stood and grabbed my glass of water sitting on the nightstand. I was parched.
Shuffling down the hall, I combed through all the other pieces of information I should try to find a way to fit in. Like Bourne Pack murdering my source to cover themselves.
Soft groans halted my steps. It went silent, and I was just about to continue walking to the kitchen when another whimper came. A deep, uncontrolled sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
As if in a trance, I trailed toward the noise, leading me toward Kyan’s bedroom. The door was slightly cracked, so I was able to see him on the bed, naked, the blankets tangled around his legs.
His big hand wrapped around the base of his cock, over his knot. He squeezed and rubbed it.
Desire licked through my senses, and I had to clench my legs together as my Omega instinct perked up. The long, muscled line of his body arched, his hips pumping up, making more precum glisten on his tip.
“Briar,” he moaned.
For a moment, I thought he’d seen me, but he kept his eyes scrunched tight, and his hand continued to work with hard tugs. Cum leaked from his tip, making my mouth water. I squeezed my thighs together.
I wanted to touch him with a desperation that stabbed through me, forcing out a gasp.
His glazed eyes flew open to take me in.
I pressed against the edge of the bed, and his feverish, needy focus settled on me. “Briar?”
His focus snagged on my hard nipples poking through my shirt.
“Take your clothes off.”
I did as he ordered, tugging my shirt off, sliding my panties down, and kicking them off. Slick drenched my inner legs.
Kyan hissed out a breath, and his cock jumped in his hand, cum oozing down the side.
“You have the sexiest fucking nipples,” he said, his words gruff. “I want to eat you up.”
God, I wanted that too. His gaze followed my hand’s path down my belly and over my sex. I curled a finger against my clit. The sensation ripped gasps from my mouth, and I braced myself on the edge of the bed.
Cum jutted into his palm at an alarming rate. His head tilted back, and he grunted, coming in another wave that soaked his hand. I rubbed my clit harder, leaning forward and bumping into his leg.
The movement of my hand stopped, and I gawked up at him.
There was no pain. Kyan’s expression softened, and tears flooded his eyes.
“Briar.” He lunged at me, pulling me onto the bed with a forceful sweep of his arm behind my back.
I bounced on the bed, dizzy, while he pinned me, fusing his mouth to mine.
His tongue curled around into my mouth with hard thrusts, demanding the return of his claim.
I softened under his mouth, and his hard kiss softened.
“I can touch you,” he breathed against my lips, awed. “Briar.”
Kyan urged my knee to the side, widening the space between my legs. His hips pushed in, and he seated himself inside me. We moaned in unison. The stretch of his cock curling my toes. I arched my hips, pushed up until his knot was inside me, and he was flush to me.
He moved his hips in a circular motion, grinding into me. My channel clamped onto him.
And he fucked me with thrusts that rattled my teeth. Our gasps and pants mingled, pleasure so encompassing it clouded my thoughts and turned my body into goo. I watched him through thinned eyes, marveling. His brow piercing glinted off the amber lamp on the nightstand.
My release washed over me in a jolting rush. My body tensed, my fingers digging into his shoulders. We came at the same time, his knot swelling and sending me over the edge. I screamed, raking my fingers down his shoulders. I gave myself to bliss.
It wasn’t until my hearing returned, and my body went limp under him, that I could finally think. He’d collapsed over me. It felt good how his bare chest pressed against mine.
I lay under him, his knot keeping me fastened to him for the minutes it took me to catch my breath.
He pushed up, lifting himself to look down at me.
“I can touch you,” he marveled, smoothing the hair back from my face.
“I saw it coming,” I muttered, shaking my head.
“You see everything coming.” He chuckled.
I snorted and jabbed a finger into his ribs. He grunted, flinching into a curve and letting out a half-laugh, half-gasp.
“Briar!” I didn’t stop poking him.
He growled, flipping me onto my back and pinning my arms beside my head.
“I love you, baby.” He lowered and kissed me again, not giving me a chance to respond—not that I would have. But the clear affection on his face and the softening of his brows caused my stomach to flip like crazy.
As soon as he pulled back, I crawled out of the bliss.
Stop being a coward.
“Will you take a look at what I have so far?”
He cocked his head. “For the exposé?”
A wide smile bloomed across his lips.
“I’d love to.”