The look in his eyes gave me great satisfaction. I saw a flicker of hurt. I tried sidestepping him, but he gripped me, pushing me onto the bed. He was on top of me.
Swiftly, Killian kissed me, possessively. His tongue was tasting my mouth and his lips were assaulting mine.
I was barely able to keep up with him. The feeling of pleasure exploded within me. I wanted to have my hands on his body, but my logical reasoning was kicking against it.
I forced myself out of this madness. I couldn’t just keep kissing him when he clearly didn’t want me. I wouldn’t stoop that low. I shouldn’t.
I placed a hand on his chest to try and push him away, but he only firmed his kisses. My body was becoming too hot, and it was getting difficult to breathe.
My stomach stirred with a fluttering feeling, and suddenly, somewhere between my legs demanded attention, Killian’s attention.
I tried to close my legs, but Killian noticed my action. He positioned his legs between mine, his lips never breaking from mine.
He began to move on me, sensually grinding his hips to mine, his hard member rubbing my clit.
Fuck, I lost it. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips, and I found myself subconsciously responding to his stimulation, grinding my hips to his.
“Ah, Killian.” Another moan left my lips, and I gripped onto Killian’s shirt.
He finally released my lips but kept rubbing his hard member on my treasured place.
I hated the slow rhythm we were moving at. I wanted all of him inside me.
“Killian, please, don’t stop.” I clutched onto his neck like my life depended on it.
His lips feasted on my neck, then on my ears. “You belong to me, Sheila. I alone am capable of making you feel this way. Your moans and body belong to me.”
I nodded hastily.
His rhythm picked up at an insane speed that caused my legs to tremble, and the area between my legs turned moist.
“That’s right, baby. You’re all mine.” Killian was out of breath as well. He whispered in my ears, pleasing my body.
I felt my nails dive into his flesh as I felt myself explode.
I was breathing hard, my body in a frenzy, my legs shaking. I felt the wetness that flowed down my legs as his movement on me came to a halt. Killian was unmoving, still on me. He pulled his head to mine, allowing me to gaze into his eyes. They were beautiful, and they seemed to want me as much as I wanted him.
Immediately, his lips broke into a smirk, pecking my lips. His haughtiness reminded my soul of my rage.
“Get off of me.” My mind was clearer now. I mustered the courage and pushed the idiot off of me.
He pulled away. “Whatever you say, mate.” He was still smirking, infuriating me greatly. “And next time you get some crazy idea of escaping, think twice about it.”
He scanned my body once more, before he stormed out of my chamber. I sighed, falling onto the bed. I couldn’t believe what just happened between Killian and I. My body was still in a frenzy. I hated Killian the more for being able to make me feel this way.
“I hate you, Killian Reid,” I whispered to myself, deep down doubting my own words.
Sheila’s point of view
The next morning, I was already awake, and the feeling of Killian’s body still lingered on my skin. I still couldn’t move past that moment, I hated the inevitable truth that as much as I hated the insane fact that Killian affected me, shamelessly, I craved more of his touches.
I sighed, embarrassed by my thoughts.
I have been locked in my room since I was led back by that traitor known as Morgan. To be honest, this wasn’t what I expected to happen to me when I was caught; normally, it was considered a heinous crime for a Luna to flee, abandoning her pack and mate, but thankfully, I wasn’t even locked up in the dungeon or severely punished.
That’s a relief.
My door knob clicked open, causing me to jump up from bed at light speed. I watched the door open, leading me to Ria, my best friend.
“Sheila,” she said, with a streak of concern evident in her voice as her chocolate brown eyes shimmered.
“Ria,” I called after her, standing up as we met for a long hug.
“You gave me a huge scare when you went missing; I was afraid something bad happened to you,” she said as we sat on the edge of my bed.
“I know, I’m sorry,” I apologized to her with a smile.
“Next time you intend on running away, do me a favor and tell me, then I’ll accompany you.” She smiled widely, as we both laughed. Maybe, but I doubt that I will be running away ever again, since it didn’t work out well the last time.
“How are you? The whole pack went crazy looking for you when you left. Even the Alpha went crazy with worry. He was the first to notice your absence,” she said, shocking me with the last part of her statement.
Killian was worried about me? And he was the first to notice I was gone. I never would have guessed it. He always seemed to not even pay much attention to my existence. And I always imagined that Ria would be the first to notice my absence.
“Killian was worried about me?” I asked, still feeling unsure of what I had just heard.
“Yes, very much. He didn’t even stop for a second to rest till you were found,” she confirmed, making me somehow feel happy on the inside that he at least cared and not the opposite.
“Quick, you need to get ready for breakfast immediately,” Ria informed me, leading me and helping me get ready and dressed for breakfast.
After taking a hot bath, I got dressed in a beautiful flowery dress picked out by Ria herself. I was all ready and headed for breakfast with Ria when I saw Morgan, seemingly heading to my chamber. He had a bright smile, which I responded to with a frown.
“Good morning, Sheila,” he beamed. I replied to him with a hateful glare. I was still so mad at him for betraying me and even more at him for lying to me and not telling me that he was Killian’s brother, even when I ran my mouth like an idiot and lamented all my problems to him.
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