Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 82

**Fireflies in Winter Rain — Neil A. Varma**

**Chapter 82**

Roana,

What… What on earth is happening right now?

Confusion engulfed me like a tempest, my mind swirling with a cacophony of thoughts that clashed violently against one another. Yet, in stark contrast, my body betrayed me, responding to Cassian’s every move with a fervor I had never anticipated. When he pressed me forcefully against the cold, unforgiving wall, I felt an inexplicable pull, one that rendered me powerless to push him away. His lips met mine, and in that instant, my breath caught in my throat—a collision of shock and an unnameable yearning. My fingers instinctively grasped the icy surface behind me, seeking some form of stability amidst this whirlwind of unexpected emotions. I was still reeling from Alexander’s abruptness, but this? This was a tempest of an entirely different nature.

A tight knot twisted in my stomach, each heartbeat tightening its grip. What did he mean by that? His words echoed relentlessly in my mind—he hates Keane and Sean? What on earth connected this kiss to them?

Thoughts spiraled out of control as Cassian forcefully pulled me into the dimly lit storeroom, locking the door behind us with a decisive click that reverberated in the silence. My pulse raced, a wild drumbeat in my ears, each thud louder and more erratic than the last.

The air around us thickened, heavy with unspoken tension. His hands held me firmly against the wall, his lips still pressed to mine, and the atmosphere was saturated with our mingled scents—

An intoxicating blend, unlike anything I had ever encountered. His presence enveloped me like a warm embrace, washing away the remnants of Alexander’s loathsome odor. My thoughts blurred, and a heat surged through my body, igniting every nerve ending as if they had come alive in that moment.

“I hate anyone’s scent on you. I fucking hate it!” he growled against my lips, his breath hot and uneven, sending shivers cascading down my spine.

And I found myself unable to break free. My hands trembled against his shoulders, a dawning realization washing over me—that we were on the brink of crossing a line from which there would be no return.

The thrum of our mate-bond pulsed within me, stronger than ever before, a rhythm that felt both foreign and familiar, urging us closer, compelling us to breach every boundary. It whispered that any regret could be dealt with later.

In one swift motion, he lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist. The sudden movement stole my breath away, leaving me momentarily dazed. His lips trailed across my face, from my forehead to my collarbone, each kiss igniting a fire beneath my skin. He peppered gentle pecks along my body until he sank his fangs into the soft flesh above my heart.

A shudder ran down my spine—sharp, electric. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as a soft moan escaped my lips before I could contain it.

He smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that sent my heart racing. “You better be loud, my little wolf. Your King loves it.”

My eyes widened at his words, and I couldn’t help but lower my gaze, only to be ensnared by his intense stare. Those eyes—dangerously red and sharp—held me captive, a fevered gaze that pinned me in place. My stomach flipped, my muscles tensing in a bewildering mix of fear and longing.

There was no turning back now. I was certain he knew that as well.

I tried to look away, but his gaze was unyielding, those fiery eyes observing me as if I were an open book. My throat constricted, and heat flooded my cheeks.

Burying my face in his shoulder, I murmured, “Stop staring at me like this. It’s embarrassing.”

He smirked again, and to my utter astonishment, he bit my earlobe.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips, reverberating in the small room. My back arched instinctively, a reflex I couldn’t control. This was not sinful. Being with the mate chosen by the Moon Goddess could never be wrong.

He traced his tongue over the bite mark before whispering something that sent tremors through my entire being.

“You—!” I stammered, trying to snap back, but my face flushed so rapidly it felt as if it might ignite.

And in that moment, I surrendered to him. My thoughts unraveled, my resistance crumbled. The consequences? I would deal with them later. Right now, all I wanted was to let go.

Almost thirty minutes later,

We lay on the floor, gazing up at the ceiling, struggling to catch our breath. The air was thick with our mingled scents, a testament to what had just transpired. My chest rose and fell in rapid succession, my limbs still buzzing with residual energy.

Cassian was taking deeper breaths than I anticipated, his hand brushing against mine for a fleeting moment before he withdrew, as if unsure whether he should touch me again.

I turned to face him, a hint of concern creeping into my voice. “Exhausted?” I whispered, my cheeks still flushed, my voice barely above a murmur.

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