The first mistake any girl would make in her heat is to lie skin-to-skin to a man who’s not your mate because no amount of self-will would ever prevent you from not having sex.
First, I couldn’t say no to Kael. He was still slightly drunk, and Kael’s pleas always weakened my knees. I have said no to Rhett and Slater countless times, but with Kael, it was impossible.
Perhaps it was the innocence in his eyes or the naivety in the simple way he held my hands. He didn’t have a lot of experience with women, but he was somehow a pro, or maybe I’d grown fond of him.
Now, I was lying on the bed with his arms wrapped around me from behind. The fabric of his bedsheets was brushing against my overheated skin. My body ached with a desperate craving I couldn’t suppress.
I was supposed to take the heat suppression medication as soon as I woke up, but it had slipped my mind, and now the other one’s effect had worn off, leaving my scent stronger and more intoxicating than before.
I could feel him behind me. His arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me close.
His breath was warm against the nape of my neck. His nose brushed my skin as he slowly, almost reverently, nuzzled into my hairline. I felt him inhale sharply and then exhale.
"Kael..." I whispered and tried to move away from him, but instead, he followed me, pressing me against his form.
"Kael?" I called out again.
He didn’t answer. Instead, his hand, which had been resting innocently on my stomach, began to move. Thankfully, I still had the binding around my chest, so I could withstand the slow torture his hands were doing to me right now.
They were moving slowly as if he was trying to memorise every curve of me through the layers of my shirt. I reached down, trying to still his hands.
"Please, stop," I said breathlessly, wrapping my fingers around his wrist.
For a moment, he obeyed. The movement paused. But then his hand shifted again, gliding up my ribcage, tracing my heartbeat through my shirt.
"I’m trying," he muttered against my skin. "But you smell so good, Eamon. It’s torture."
I tensed at the name. It stung every time I heard it now, even if it was necessary. I wondered if telling him about my true identity at this moment would make a difference.
"Kael?" I called out quietly.
"Mmhmm..." he murmured, moving against my back now. I could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against me.
"There’s something I need to tell you, but before I tell you..."
"Tell me later," he sighed. "The room is still spinning, my head still hurts, the only thing keeping me grounded right now is you, Eamon and I don’t want to talk."
His hand dipped again, brushing the hem of my shirt. My breath caught as his palm flattened against my abdomen, anchoring me to him again. His body was trembling.
I tried to shift away, but he moved with me, flipping me over in one fluid motion. The moment my eyes met his, I gasped.
His pupils were nearly black.
His wolf was at the surface, drawn out by my scent and by the way my body arched toward him, no matter how many times my mind said no.
His lips crashed onto mine.
His mouth devoured mine hungrily in a passionate kiss.
His tongue slipped between my lips, teasing mine. Our tongues dance together, tasting each other as our bodies melt into one another. The desperation in his kiss was an indication that it came from long-repressed hunger and maybe confusion.
My fingers tangled into his hair as he kissed me harder, as if punishing me for every moment I’d looked away, for every lie I told about who I was. His hands roamed my sides, then down, then up again.
I moaned against his lips.
I touched his chest tentatively at first before I began to explore, tracing every ridge and dip of the muscles there as our tongues danced. My finger finds its way down to his erection pressing against my thigh, teasingly rubbing up and down the length through his pyjama bottom.
He groaned with delight, reaching down to tighten my grip on him. I leaned closer, nipping at his bottom lip before whispering.
"Kael, we should stop now... this is not right."
He paused for a minute, dragging a finger down my face. "It feels right to me, Eamon. I don’t care what people say, I want to be with you."
"But you have a girlfriend. What would Rita say?"
"I already broke up with her," he said breezily, reaching for my lips again.
I pushed him back. "What do you mean, break up with her? Why?"
"Well, I cheated. I confessed to her about the kiss at the pool. We were nothing serious, just a school requirement, but I’m glad it’s over. Now that’s enough talking. Please touch me again..."
He grabbed my wrist and placed it on his throbbing length, inhaling with relish as my hands rounded it. Slowly, he trailed kisses along my jawline, then up to my neck, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake.
His lips grazed my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. He moved up to my cheek, then to my forehead, showering me with tender kisses. Then his hands began to move lower, and I guessed what he was looking for.
I stopped touching him and grabbed his hand, shaking my head slowly. "Please, don’t..."
"What now, Eamon?" he sighed. "You’re punishing me."
Before I could answer, the door of his bedroom creaked open again, and I froze, but Kael couldn’t care less; he took one look at the figure at the door and returned to kissing me.
A small gasp escaped my lips as Rhett stood at the doorway, staring at us.
The top few buttons of his shirt were undone. And he had a sullen expression on his face.
"Rhett," I breathed, pushing against Kael’s chest.
But Kael only growled and buried his face in her neck, his lips brushing the curve of my collarbone.
Rhett stared at us in silence, with an unreadable expression. Then, after a beat, he cursed under his breath.
The next second, he was inside the room, shutting the door and moving toward the bed.
"Rhett, what are you doing?" I asked, with a trembling voice.
Rhett didn’t answer. He climbed onto the other side of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I don’t mind sharing," he murmured. "Allow me to join in the fun."
Then he leaned in and kissed me.
If Kael’s kiss was wild and consuming, then Rhett’s felt like an explosion waiting to happen.
His tongue slipped in and out of my mouth , sending a thrill all over my body. I could feel the wetness between my legs, sipping down to my thighs...I pressed against him, willing him to take more.
Kael let out a low growl, but instead of pulling away, his hand moved to my waist and held me as Rhett’s hand slid up my arm. Together, they wrapped around me.
Rhett was kissing my lips, while Kael was tugging at my shirt, kissing every inch of my exposed skin.
"I’ve been dying to kiss you again," Rhett whispered against my mouth. "Even when I didn’t know why."
I gasped as his hands brushed my thighs, gently.
At this point, the only thing that mattered was the ache between my legs.
Kael’s lips found my jaw again, trailing wet kisses to my neck, sucking at the crook until my legs buckled. Rhett’s fingers brushed my cheek, holding me steady as he kissed my temple, my lips, the corner of my mouth.
His hands splayed on the soft of my tummy and, without any preamble, pushed past the waistline of my bottoms and straight to my wet core. I buckled as the touch sent an electrical sensation all over me.
He rubbed at my wetness for a few seconds before he pushed my panties aside and reached for my peeking nub, which he teased gently with his finger. I moan into Kael’s mouth, as Rhett’s circled faster while I gripped his shoulder for support. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.nᴇt
A semi-drunk Kael was trying to peek over my body to see what Rhett was doing to me when the door slammed open again, and Slater’s voice pierced through my lust-filled brain.
"What the hell is going on?"
As he was asking, he rushed to the bed and pulled both boys away.
Kael glared at Slater while Rhett was licking his fingers with a cocky grin on his face.