He turned me back around, lifting me effortlessly onto the sink. My legs wrapped around his waist as he entered me again, this time slower, but just as deep.
“You drive me insane,” he muttered, kissing the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, then my throat. “But I’ll never stop wanting you.”
I cried out again as he rolled his hips, grinding against me in all the right places.
“You think Simon could ever fuck you like this?” he asked. “He can’t even look at you without shaking. He’s not man enough for you. But I am.”
I didn’t answer.
Because I was too busy falling apart all over again.
His mouth caught mine again, swallowing my cries as he brought me to another blinding, breathless climax.
And when it was over, when we were both trembling, he didn’t let me go.
He just pressed his forehead to mine.
Breathing hard. His eyes shut
And whispered, “You’ll never belong to anyone else but me. I will never accept it. Never.”
And all I could do was nod.Liana’s POV
I couldn’t move at first. My legs were numb, my heart was pounding, and that just happened. I stood there, barely holding onto the edge of the collapse.
It was like I couldn’t even think straight. whole body was still humming from everything not sure if I was going to cry, scream, or just
My body still felt too hot. Every nerve felt awake, lit up, like his touch had branded something under my skin. It was still there. all of it. The heat. The ache. The overwhelming rush that hit me when he touched me, kissed me, dragged me into this room like he owned me.
And the worst part?
I liked it.
No. I more than liked it. I wanted it. God, I wanted all of it.
My legs were shaking, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how good he was. How skilled. How rough and intense and-
Damn it.
What was wrong with me?
I was supposed to be mad. I was supposed to slap him and walk out like he meant nothing. Like I hadn’t just let him rip my underwear off in a public restroom. Like I hadn’t begged him without saying a word.
I hated that part of myself. The part that wanted him. That kept craving him no matter how much damage he did.
And lately… it was getting worse. I didn’t understand it. Why I’d been thinking about him so much. Why his scent, his voice, the sound of his damn name in my head made my stomach twist in knots.
And when he kissed me earlier and told me to tell him no, I just… couldn’t.
My mouth didn’t work. My heart didn’t listen. My body sure as hell didn’t care.
God.
I stared at myself in the mirror and felt completely disconnected from the girl looking back. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips looked too red. Her blouse was wrinkled. Her hair was a mess.
I looked like I just had sex
No. Not just sex Like I’d surrendered everything.
And I had That’s what made it worse. That I let him have me like that again. So easily.
I reached down with trembling hands, pulling my jeans back up and fixing my shirt. I adjusted the buttons, even though they weren’t really out of place, and tried to fix my hair. My fingers shook the whole time.
Ifelt dirty.
Not because of him.
Because of me
Because I didn’t stop it. Because I wanted it. Because I still wanted more.
My legs clenched together at the thought, and I cursed under my breathI grabbed some tissue and wiped between my thighs, flushing it quickly before I could even process how that made me feel, and walked towards the door.
“Liana,” Killian’s voice came from behind me.
I froze.
“Don’t leave like this.”
I didn’t turn around.
“Please,” he said, a little softer this time.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn’t deal with him. Not right now. Not when I still felt his hands on my body. Not when my knees were weak and my head was a mess.
I didn’t answer. I attempted to open the door but he reached out, trying to stop me.
“Liana-“
But I was too fast. I yanked the door open and stepped out. and of course, just my luck, I ran right into someone.
“Whoa-” the guy blinked down at me, confused. He was obviously heading into the restroom and now standing face-to-face with me, clearly realizing I came out of the men’s room.
I kept my head down. “Sorry,” I muttered and brushed past him, not waiting for a response.
I walked fast. Too fast. Like if I stopped for even a second, the shame would catch up and drag me back.
When I reached our table, Simon stood up immediately.
“Hey,” he said, concern in his voice. “are you okay? What just happened?”
I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t.
Not after what I’d just done.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I have to go.”
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