Chapter 21
Chapter
Twenty-One
TORIN
M y kitten came. My little thing. She looks at me with those sweet eyes and her hair a mess and my dick gets even harder.
“That was beautiful, kitten,” I say. “Damn, if I’d known it was going to look that good, I would have made you come a long time ago.”
“Look that good?” she whispers, blinking up at me, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns across my chest.
Her touch sends a ripple through me, something far deeper than just the heat of her fingertips against my skin. It’s strange—intimate in a way that should make me recoil. I’ve never let anyone get this close before, never allowed anyone to touch me like this, as though they had a right to explore what’s mine. And yet, with her, I don’t stop it.
Her fingers move over the ridges of muscle and the ink etched into my skin, lingering on the lines that tell a story I’ve never shared. For anyone else, this would feel like a violation. For her, it feels... right. Too right.
I catch myself holding my breath, my body tensing beneath her touch as though I’m waiting for something—her next move, her next word. It’s unnerving, the control she seems to have without even realizing it. But instead of shoving her hand away, I let her keep going, my chest rising and falling under her touch. For her, I’ll allow this. For her, I’ll let my guard slip—just for a moment.
I lean in closer, watching her face, the way her eyes widen just slightly, the tension in her shoulders pulling her tight like a coiled spring. She’s so guarded, so determined to keep everyone out, and it makes me want to break down every single wall she’s built.
But it’s not just about the fire in her, or the fight. It’s more than that. It’s her.
“I saw your soul,” I say, my voice dropping lower, more serious than even I expected. Her breath hitches, and it pulls a slow grin out of me, but this time, it’s softer, unguarded. “And damn, kitten, it’s the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.”
I let the words hang in the air for a beat, watching her reaction. She blinks at me, and I can see the conflict in her eyes—like she’s not sure whether to laugh, roll her eyes, or run. It’s perfect. She doesn’t know what to do with me, and I like it that way.
But it’s not just a line, not really. I did see her soul, even if she doesn’t realize it. For a moment, I saw past all the fight, all the fear, all the snark she hides behind.
And what I saw? It was stunning. Pure. Untamed.
I’ve seen plenty of souls in my time. It’s impossible not to when you’re in the business of taking them apart. Most are predictable, dull. Dark and twisted in all the same ways. But hers? Hers was like nothing I’ve ever seen. Wild and defiant, yes, but there was something else, something I can’t quite put into words. A light that burned so fiercely it made me want to reach out and touch it, just to see if it would burn me alive.
And the worst part? I’d let it.
She looks at me now, her lips parting like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t. Not yet. So I press on, letting her feel the weight of what I’m saying.
“Most people? Their souls are predictable. Same shades, same cracks, same scars. But yours...” I trail off, shaking my head as if I can’t quite believe it myself. “Yours is different. It’s wild, like nothing I’ve ever seen. It’s beautiful, kitten. Raw. And it makes me want to protect it and ruin it all at the same time.”
Her cheeks flush, and she looks away, but I don’t let her escape that easily. I reach out, brushing a finger under her chin to tilt her face back toward mine.
“I’m not saying this to mess with you,” I murmur, my voice softer now, more dangerous in its honesty. “I mean it. You’re something special, kitten. Something rare. And you don’t even see it, do you?”
She swallows hard, her pulse quickening where it beats in her throat. I can feel it like a drumbeat, and it sends heat curling through me, low and insistent. It’s not just about wanting her body, though, gods know I do. It’s about wanting all of her. Her fire. Her fight. Her soul.
She shakes her head slightly, trying to break the moment, but I don’t let her. “I saw you,” I say again, my tone firm, insistent. “Not just the walls you put up or the snark you throw at us to keep us at arm’s length. I saw you, kitten. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone snuff that out.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and for the first time, I see something flicker there—something like trust, like maybe she believes me. It’s enough to keep me close, to let the moment stretch just a little longer .
I lean back slightly, giving her space, but not too much. Just enough to let her breathe. “Prettiest soul I’ve ever seen,” I repeat, my voice lightening with a grin. “But don’t let it go to your head, kitten. I still like it best when you try to stab me.”
That gets a small laugh out of her, soft and reluctant, and it’s enough to make me smirk. Because I know I’ve just gotten another crack in those walls of hers. And I can’t wait to break through them all.
Her mood shifts slightly. "Did you...take it?" she asks, trembling just a bit.
“Not a part of it. Not even close. I would never do that, kitten,” I reassure her. “If I had touched it, you would know. You wouldn’t have been able to miss it.”
She nods, letting me know she trusts me. The thought fills me with joy and makes me want to fuck her even more. I want to pound her into next week.
“Come here,” I murmur. She crawls over and I press my lips to hers. “Now, it’s my turn.” She smiles at me and the smile turns into a gasp as I begin to pump my cock a few times. Her eyes widen.
She looks down and sees my cock already starting to get hard again. She starts to reach out and stroke it, but I stop her. “I’m going to show you how good it feels to give pleasure too, kitten. To both of us.”
I lay on the bed and she immediately starts to straddle me, which isn’t what I want at all.
I sit up and toss her to the bed. “What are you doing?” she asks.
“Stand there.” I point in front of the bed at the floor. “Kneel down to all fours. Then crawl up and put your face over my cock."
She immediately kneels and starts to do what I said. Her movements are slow as she prowls towards me, like the perfect kitten she is. When she's finally kneeling between my spread things, I grip her hair and twist it in my hands. "Suck me," I tell her.
I feel the tip of her tongue stroke my cockhead and then I watch as her beautiful lips surround me, her tongue pressing against my shaft. She takes me all the way in and I start to fuck her face.
Her tits are bouncing in front of me and my hands reach out, twisting her nipples. She gasps and my cock goes deeper into her throat. “Fuck,” I groan.
Her eyes are on mine, filled with lust. I’ve never had a girl look at me like that before. It’s like she’s enjoying sucking me. It makes my dick go even harder and my balls tighten.
“Fuck,” I moan, “I’m going to come.”
I look down and her eyes are wide as she watches my cock. “Keep going, kitten.”
She sucks harder and I groan again. This is so fucking good. I’ve had so many girls suck me, but none of them did it like this. Like they loved my cock. Like they wanted to make me feel good.
“Harder,” I growl, twisting her nipples tighter. She moans and her eyes darken with lust.
“Gonna come, kitten.”
I thrust my cock up and push her down all the way on it. I start to come and she continues to suck, taking my load in her throat. I groan and watch my come flood her mouth. She keeps sucking, swallowing every drop I give her until I’m done.
Her eyes look up at me, wide with lust. She’s not done, not even close, and neither am I. I don't think I'll ever be done with my kitten.
I pull her up and kiss her, my tongue slipping in her mouth as I taste my own come on her lips. It makes me feel possessive, loving the fact that she's tasted me now.
I lay her down against the bed and then push my tongue in deeper, kissing her. I’m not sure how long I kiss her, but by the time I pull back, she’s completely relaxed and smiling.
I look at her with surprise and then with lust as her tongue darts out to lick her lips. “That was really good.”
“Glad you liked it,” I murmur.
“What’s that taste?” she asks curiously.
"That's come, kitten. And if I have it my way, you'll be having a lot more of mine."
Her eyes widen slightly at my words, and the blush creeping up her neck is a sight I could get used to. She doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, just looks at me like she’s trying to decide if she should slap me or laugh.
“Don’t look so shocked,” I say, leaning closer, my voice dropping to a low murmur. “You brought me here, kitten. And you’ve got to know by now I’m not exactly the gentlemanly type.”
Her tongue darts out again, almost like she’s testing the taste, and it sends a surge of heat straight through me. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face, equal parts wicked and amused. “Careful,” I say softly, “you’re going to make me think you actually want me.”
Her lips part, and she starts to say something, but the door to her room slams open, cutting her off. I straighten immediately, turning toward the source of the noise, and there he is—Alpha, standing in the doorway, his shoulders tense, his eyes cold and sharp as they lock onto me.
“What the hell are you doing here, Torin?” he demands, his voice low but deadly.
I grin, leaning casually against the edge of the bed, as if I haven’t just been caught red-handed. “Relax, brother. We’re just having a little chat.”
Kael’s eyes narrow, flicking from me to Sable and then back again. His gaze lingers on her, and I can feel the weight of his emotions through the binding—anger, frustration, and something else he’s trying to bury. “This doesn’t look like a chat.”
“Doesn’t it?” I say, smirking. “We’re getting along great. Aren’t we, kitten?”
Sable looks between the two of us, her expression wary, but before she can respond, Kael steps further into the room, his presence filling the space like a storm. “I didn’t send you here, Torin,” he says, his voice clipped. “And I don’t recall giving you permission to invade her space.”
“Oh, come on,” I say, rolling my eyes. “She asked me to come. Right, Sable?”
Her mouth opens, but Kael cuts her off with a sharp look. “That true?” he asks her directly, his voice softer but no less intense.
She hesitates for a moment, glancing at me, then nods. “I wanted to ask him about the Trials.”
Kael’s jaw tightens, and I can see the flicker of relief in his eyes, though he doesn’t let it soften his expression. “The Trials,” he repeats, as if testing the words. “And what did he tell you?”
“That you’re an ass,” I say before she can answer, flashing a grin at him. “But that’s old news, isn’t it?”
Kael doesn’t even look at me. His focus stays on Sable, his eyes scanning her like he’s looking for any sign of distress. It’s infuriating, the way he can just brush me off, but at the same time, I can’t blame him. She has that effect on all of us.
“I told her the truth,” I say after a beat, my tone shifting to something more serious. “About what she’s signed up for. About Rothgar. And about us. ”
Kael’s gaze snaps to mine, his expression unreadable. “What about us?”
“That we’re going to fight for her,” I say simply, holding his stare. “No question.”
Something flickers in his eyes—something that looks almost like approval—but it’s gone as quickly as it came. “Good,” he says finally, his voice firm. “Then you can leave now. She’s had enough of your antics for one night.”
I grin, pushing off the edge of the bed. “Sure thing, Alpha. But don’t forget, she invited me here.”
Kael’s glare sharpens, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. Instead, I glance back at Sable, giving her a wink. “We’re not done talking, kitten. You know where to find me.”
Her blush deepens, and Kael steps in front of me, blocking my view of her. “Go,” he says, his voice low and cold.
I laugh softly, brushing past him toward the door. “You’re no fun, Kael. But fine. I’ll leave her to you—for now.”