Chapter 11 #2
I surge up to capture her mouth again, and she meets me with equal ferocity.
Her lips are hungry and unyielding as her tongue twists against mine in a fierce, wet dance.
She laps at me like she has been starving for this taste just as long as I have.
I match her intensity, devouring her right back as my fingers begin their descent.
They trail down the quivering plane of her stomach, over the flare of her hips, until they reach the other set of lips I’ve been aching to touch since the moment I laid eyes on her again after those ten long years.
“Fuck…you’re soaked,” I groan against her mouth, my voice rough with awe and need.
“Shut up,” she moans, the words half lost in a shuddering breath.
My thumb hooks the drenched lace of her panties and pushes the fabric aside.
The instant my fingertips brush her bare, silky, swollen, dripping folds, my wolf growls low and desperately inside my skull, a sound of pure, untamed hunger that rattles my bones.
She’s molten, her arousal so abundantly slick that it coats my fingers in seconds.
She moves her hips like she’s impatient, needy, and I don’t make her wait.
In one swift motion, I pull the underwear down her thighs and toss it aside.
My own pants are suddenly unbearable—too tight, too restrictive.
My cock strains painfully against the zipper, begging for release.
I oblige without hesitation, shoving everything down off my hips.
I spring free, rock hard and veins pulsing, the head already glistening.
I need her now. I need her more than air. More than anything I’ve ever craved in my damn life.
And by the Goddess, the look on her face tells me she needs me just as badly.
Sweet, delicious Anne parts her legs wider and lifts them.
They wrap around my waist like vines claiming a tree, pulling me down until I’m hovering over her, chest to chest, heat radiating between us.
Her gaze locks onto mine; her eyes are dark, dilated, burning with a wordless command that allows no indecision, no second guessing. Only this. Only us.
I position myself at her entrance, the blunt head of my cock nudging against her slick heat.
I push in slowly at first, gently, savoring the exquisite stretch as her body yields to me inch by torturous inch.
Her inner walls, soft yet impossibly tight, flutter and grip me, drawing me deeper until I’m fully submerged, my entire thickness engulfed in her warm, wet center.
The sensation hits like lightning. Every cell in my body ignites at once. It’s as though something ancient and inevitable has finally clicked into place, a missing piece slotting home with perfect, shattering precision. “Heaven” doesn’t begin to describe how good this feels.
My wolf roars triumphantly inside me as the mate bond pulses in response.
Power surges through my veins like electricity zapping along every nerve until my vision whites out for the span of a heartbeat.
I see the exact moment it hits her, too: her pupils blow wide, her body quivering violently beneath me as the same otherworldly current seizes her.
My hips begin to rock instinctively before I draw back slowly, deliberately, feeling her cling to every retreating inch, her inner walls rippling in protest. When only the swollen tip of my cock remains inside her, I pause—just long enough for her to whimper—then drive forward again in one smooth, deep thrust, burying myself to the hilt and filling her completely.
“Fuck!” The word explodes from my throat as my restraint shatters. My thrusts become harder, faster, each one betraying the desperate, animalistic need clawing through me.
Anne’s moans fill the room—breathless, broken, intoxicating sounds.
Her hips rise to meet mine in perfect counterpoint, skin slapping against skin in a wet, obscene rhythm that drowns out everything except her cries.
Her nails rake down my back with vicious intent, scoring lines deep enough that I feel the sting of torn skin and the warm trickle of blood.
But I couldn’t care less. Pain is nothing next to this pleasure.
Our eyes never leave each other’s. I watch, mesmerized, as her lips part on a silent gasp, as her lashes flutter and her eyes roll back in ecstasy before snapping back to mine, all wild and needy and utterly undone.
I watch her take every punishing inch of me like she was made for it, like she’s been waiting her whole life for this exact invasion, and it drives me wild.
My thrusts grow even more relentless, every muscle in my body coiling tight as I lose the last threads of myself.
I become nothing but sensation, feeling the slick glide of her around my cock, the feverish heat of her skin against mine, the hypnotic bounce of her breasts with each brutal snap of my hips, the way her thighs lock tighter, heels digging into my ass to pull me impossibly deeper.
“Kain…I’m gonna—”
She doesn’t finish the sentence. Her body convulses beneath me, inner walls clamping down in rhythmic spasms as her climax rips through her.
Her hand flies to my neck, fingers squeezing with desperate strength as though I’m the only anchor keeping her from flying away.
That possessive grip, that raw claim, lights the final fuse inside me.
My drive turns savage, my control completely obliterated. I slam into her again and again, cock throbbing, balls drawing tight as pleasure coils unbearably low in my gut. My knees tremble. Heat races up my spine.
“Oh—Anne!”
The orgasm tears through me like wildfire, my release jetting hot and thick, flooding deep inside her—inside my mate. Pulse after pulse, I empty everything I have. My wolf howls in victorious ecstasy, the sound so powerful, it feels like my chest might crack open from the force of it.
Her body continues to tremble beneath mine, aftershocks rippling through her as I finally collapse to one side, rolling us so we lie tangled together.
Our chests rise and fall in ragged unison.
For I don’t know how long, we simply exist here, sprawled across her bed in a mess of sweat-slicked limbs and racing heartbeats.
I wake to early morning light filtering through unfamiliar curtains and the warm weight of Anne beside me.
For a moment, I just lie here, trying to process what happened. The taste of her is still on my tongue, the scent of us together filling the air. My back stings where her nails left marks, and I can see the beginnings of bruises on her hips where I gripped her too hard.
I should feel guilty. Should be panicking about what this means for the mission, for my carefully constructed lies.
Instead, I feel more at peace than I have in ten years.
Anne stirs beside me, and I watch as consciousness slowly returns to her. She stretches slightly, then freezes as her memory catches up with her. Her eyes fly open, landing on me, and I can tell the instant she remembers everything.
“Morning,” I say softly.
She sits up abruptly, pulling the sheet with her to cover herself. Her hair is a wild mess, her lips still swollen from my kisses. She has never looked more beautiful.
“Get out,” she tells me.
My thoughts screech to a halt, and my brain scrambles to understand. “What? Anne, we—”
“This meant nothing.” The words come out flat, defensive. “Last night was just…stress relief. A physical release. It didn’t mean anything.”
The statement hits me like a slap in the face. “Anne—”
“I think you should leave.” She won’t look at me, her gaze fixed on the far wall. “This was a mistake. We both know it was a mistake.”
Deep down, I agree. She’s right; I should leave. Take this out she’s offering and walk away before I make everything worse.
Instead, I reach for her, cupping her face and turning it toward me. “Look at me.”
“Kain, don’t—”
My kiss is gentle this time, soft in a way last night wasn’t. I’m pouring everything I can’t say into the contact, trying to show her without words that it meant something to me. That she means everything to me.
When I pull back, her eyes are bright with unshed tears.
“What are you doing?” she whispers. “Why are you making me go through this?”
“I can’t leave.” The admission costs me, but it’s the truth. “I can’t walk away from you, Anne.”
“You don’t even remember me.”
I remember everything. The words sit on my tongue, desperate to be spoken. But I can’t say them. Not yet. Not when revealing the truth means revealing the mission, means putting her in danger.
“Maybe I don’t,” I say carefully, hating every word of the lie, “but that doesn’t change what I feel when I’m near you. Doesn’t change that I can’t stop thinking about you—”
“Stop it.” She pulls away from me, yanking the sheet around herself. “Just stop.”
“Anne—”
“You said you couldn’t feel the bond.” Her voice is shaking now, rising. “You said the amnesia damaged your connection to your wolf. That you couldn’t feel anything for me.”
My chest tightens. “I know what I said—”
“So, you lied?” Her eyes flash with rage at the realization.
“No, Anne—” I try to reach for her, but she jerks away and gets out of the bed.
“Don’t you dare touch me,” she snaps, backing toward the door as if to put as much distance between us as possible. “You looked me in the eye and told me the mate bond was dead. That was a lie?”
“Anne, let me explain—”
“Explain what?” She’s in the doorway now, her expression a combination of fury and hurt. “That you’ve been lying to me this whole time? That you knew exactly what you were doing when you kissed me, when you—” She stops, shaking her head. “Get out. I mean it. Get out of my apartment.”
She turns and storms into the living room. I jump up immediately, grab my clothes, and follow her.
“Anne, wait—”
“No!” She whirls on me, her eyes flashing as if she wields a storm within them. “I said, get the hell out!”
She pushes me in the chest, and I let her, struggling to put my shirt on. “After what just happened, we can’t go back to—”
She cuts me off again. “Nothing just happened. I’m going to forget you were ever here and go back to my plan to move on.”
I see red instantly. “Move on? Are you going to keep seeing that guy?” The question explodes out of me before I can stop it.
Her expression hardens. “Yes.”
My wolf snarls, furious, and I feel my control slipping. “No.” I cross the room to her in two strides, startling her with my sudden approach and backing her up against a wall. I cage her in with my arms on either side of her head. “You’re not.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” Her voice is defiant, but this close, I can hear her heartbeat racing.
“I’ll kill him.” The words come out raw, primal. “If he touches you again, if he kisses you, if he so much as looks at you—”
“You have no right—”
“I have every right.” I lean in closer, my forehead nearly touching hers. “You’re mine, Anne. You’ve always been mine. The bond may be damaged, but seeing you with someone else is driving me crazy.”
Her heart is pounding as understanding flickers in her eyes. “Your wolf is jealous.”
“I am jealous,” I correct her. “I know I hurt you. I know I don’t deserve another chance. But I’m asking for one anyway.”
Her brow furrows. “What does that even mean?”
“I’m asking you to give me a chance, Anne.
” I cup her cheeks now, trying to make sure she’s looking at me.
“As who I am now. I know I’m not the man you remember, but maybe…
maybe we can start fresh as the people we are today.
Let me prove to you that I can be someone you want, even if I’m not who I once was. ”
A look of hurt flashes across Anne’s face before she turns her head away, forcing me to release my grasp.
“Get out, Kain.”
I put one hand back on the wall. “Anne—”
“Get. Out.” She ducks under my arm and moves away from me. “I need you to leave. Now.”
I stand there for a moment, my chest heaving, everything inside me screaming at me to stay. To fight. To make her understand.
But the look on her face stops me. She’s not merely angry; she’s hurt. She feels betrayed. And I’m the cause.
“Fine.” The word tastes like defeat. “I’ll go.”
I button my shirt halfway and grab my shoes, which I pull on as she approaches to shut the door behind me.
At the threshold, I pause. “This isn’t over.”
“Yes, it is.” Her voice is quiet but firm. “We’re over, Kain. We were over the moment you said the bond wasn’t there for you. This…was a mistake.”
The door closes behind me with a finality that makes my wolf howl in anguish.
I stand in the hallway for a long moment, my hands clenched into fists, my entire body vibrating with the need to go back in there. I don’t want to leave things like this. But she told me to go, and I owe her at least that much respect.
I make it to my car before the fury really hits.
She’s going to keep seeing him. Going to let David touch her, kiss her, court her as if he has any right to her.
To my mate.
The steering wheel creaks under my grip.
No. Absolutely fucking not.
I don’t care about the mission. I don’t care about the organization or the consequences or any of it.
Anne is mine. And I’m going to prove it to her.
I’m going to win her over no matter what it takes. No matter what I have to do. Everything else—the mission, the lies, the danger—can go to hell.
I’ll deal with the fallout later. Right now, all that matters is her.
And making sure David fucking understands that he never had a chance.