Chapter 4 Fire Beneath My Skin

POV Kaelen:

The sadness in his voice weighs on my chest.

“Trust destiny,” I say. “It will bring her when the time is right.”

Draven nods once and leaves.

I return to my work—

—only to hear laughter and whispered conversation from the bar.

I scowl, but I listen.

Lyra’s voice reaches me again.

“Seraphine, I could live dangerously and be the filling between Tharion and Aerin.”

The twins laugh loudly through the bond.

“Lower your voice,” Lyra hisses. “Do you want them to hear?”

They laugh harder.

“We should go,” Lyra adds.

Seraphine agrees. They ask Tharion for the bill.

Good.

I hope they never return.

And yet, the thought of never seeing Lyra again makes my wolf leap and snarl inside me.

What the fuck does that mean?

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POV Lyra:

My body is on fire.

The heat consuming me is so intense that I twist in the bed, searching desperately for relief. I moan when I feel something wet sliding over my core. It soothes the torment just enough to make me crave more, to beg for it to move up and down, over and over again.

“More,” I plead, and a rough laugh answers me.

I force my eyes open.

The blond man from the hallway at the bar is naked between my thighs. His white-toothed smile is the same one he gave me that night. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him pleasure me.

I don’t search for explanations. I don’t question how or why he’s here.

I just want him to keep going.

My eyes stay locked on him as I moan softly with every flick of his tongue against my clit.

His green eyes meet mine the moment he slides his tongue inside me. Satisfaction gleams in his gaze, making me writhe, needing more than just his mouth. Soon, his fingers join in, spreading my slickness over my folds.

My clit throbs, desperate for his attention.

“Easy,” he says darkly. “Before I give you what you want, I want to see you beg. I want to see you squirm on my mouth while your pussy pulses around my tongue.”

Then he devours me.

I scream as pleasure explodes through me.

My moans are loud, uncontrolled. I can’t stop what he’s doing to me—and I don’t want to. His touch throws my body into full eruption, every nerve waiting for the moment I finally shatter.

“Please,” I beg when the torture of his mouth becomes unbearable.

It’s too much. His fingers, his tongue—I need to come.

Sensing my desperation, he finally gives in. Two fingers thrust into my pussy while his lips close around my clit, sucking the sensitive nub like a nipple.

I throw my head back, lift my hips, and close my eyes as the most devastating orgasm I’ve ever felt crashes over me. I grab his hair and grind against his face, shameless, uncaring of anything except my release.

“Don’t stop,” I moan, drunk on sensation. “Please… don’t stop.”

I move faster, his beard scraping the sensitive skin of my thighs.

“So good,” I murmur deliriously.

I come hard, my legs trembling as I nearly collapse, but he catches me, holding my hips while he keeps drinking from me. I open my eyes to see him licking me slowly, cleaning every trace of my orgasm.

“Watching you come while you nearly drown me in this fucking wet pussy,” he says, climbing over me, “that’s what’s delicious.”

He hovers above me.

“Lick my face. Taste yourself.”

His words sound like a filthy command—and something inside me responds instantly.

I want to obey him. I want to please him. I want to drive him insane.

I don’t question it. I just do it.

I lick his neck, his jaw, his lips, tasting myself on his skin. My arousal flares again, but more than that, satisfaction blooms—knowing my scent is all over him.

“That look in your eyes is dangerous,” he says, though he doesn’t look concerned at all. “Are you trying to claim me?”

He buries his face in the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply.

“Human,” he murmurs. “You’re nothing but a human.”

I don’t understand what he means.

But his teeth brush against my neck, and everything else disappears.

I tremble in his arms. My skin tingles. My blood burns.

His mouth and fingers were not enough.

I grab his hair, forcing his eyes to meet mine. Proof of my orgasm still glistens on his face. I extend my tongue, dragging it over his skin, reclaiming my taste.

“You’re still aroused,” he says. “I want to feel your tight little pussy pulsing around my cock the way it did around my tongue.”

In seconds, he stands.

His cock is right in front of me—thick, hard, the head slick. I surge forward, desperate to taste him, to fuck him.

He stops me.

I protest, but he doesn’t waver.

He lifts me, turns my body, and positions me exactly how he wants—on all fours on the mattress.

His large hand presses my back down, pushing my ass up.

My breath stutters.

The anticipation nearly devours me alive.

“Like this,” he says. “This is how I want you.”

He thrusts fully into me.

Even drenched in arousal, the stretch burns—his size, his thickness overwhelming. He waits until my body adjusts, until I pulse around him.

Then he starts moving.

His thrusts grow faster, shorter. One hand grips my nape, holding me in place as he fucks me hard. The way I love it. My pussy soaks his cock, the wet sound filling the room. Sweat beads on my forehead, my clit slapped relentlessly by his balls.

I’ve never felt more satisfied.

I’m being fucked properly—maybe for the first time in my life.

“Fuck,” he growls, his voice almost animal. “So wet. So tight. So hungry.”

I scream with every brutal thrust. I’m so close to coming again, and he hasn’t even touched my clit.

My body burns. His grip on my neck keeps me still—because what I want most right now is to fight him for dominance.

I want to ride him.

“Keep squeezing me like that and I’m going to fill you with my cum,” he growls, slamming into me harder.

I meet his thrusts, the obscene sounds of my body clashing with my cries and his snarls.

“I’m so… close,” I gasp, clenching around his cock, which feels even bigger now.

“Milk my cock,” he orders, moaning savagely.

I reach between my thighs, desperate to come with him—but before I can touch myself, his other hand catches my wrist, pinning my arm behind my back.

“You’ll come without touching yourself,” he commands.

I close my eyes. It’s too much.

My legs shake. My moans turn desperate.

And obeying him, I come without any stimulation at all.