Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126: Taste of Surrender

"Leo is such an adorable gentle giant," Kira said, still smiling as they came into the bedroom.

Derek said nothing.

She pulled the blanket from her shoulders, folded it, and set it on the armchair. When the silence stretched, she turned around.

He was still by the door. Not moving. Just watching her with those amber eyes, steady and intent, and the quality of his attention was different from how it usually was. It had weight to it.

Kira felt her lower lip tremble slightly and pressed her teeth into it.

She could feel his pheromones shifting the air between them, his citrus scent deepening and concentrating until it was less a scent and more a physical presence.

Her body responded before her mind had finished catching up, heat pooling low, her thighs pressing together without her permission.

She wanted to turn and slip into the bathroom, have a shower and sleep. She was craving rest after another night of restless sleep, but her eyes moved to the front of his trousers entirely of their own accord.

He was not making any attempt to hide what he wanted. And her body, the absolute traitor, was already answering it.

She pulled in a slow breath through parted lips. She flexed her neck slightly, trying to steady herself. She stood motionless, the only movement the frantic hammering of her heart, which only quickened as he began walking toward her, eyes never leaving hers.

When he stopped just inches away, his fresh citrus scent engulfed her completely, making her body go rigid with anticipation. Kira held his gaze as he closed the last bit of distance, invading her space in the most delicious way.

"Turn around," he ordered, voice low and gentle.

Kira obeyed without hesitation. She loved how dangerous his voice sounded, how very intoxicated he looked.

Derek’s hands settled on her tense shoulders, and he stepped closer until his chest brushed her back.

"You seem tense," he whispered, thumbs kneading the tight muscles there.

Kira said nothing, simply savouring the feel of his strong hands on her. She closed her eyes and let her head roll in appreciation as the knots began to ease.

Soon she felt his hot breath against her ear.

"Are you enjoying this?" he whispered, the low vibration of his voice sending shockwaves straight through her body.

She couldn’t have lied if she’d wanted to.

"Yes," she breathed.

He pressed his entire front against her back, his mouth dropping to her ear. "I’m going to take your dress off now."

She was about to nod when he nipped her earlobe, sending another jolt of heat straight to her throbbing core.

He caught the hem of her jumper and pulled it slowly over her head. "You’re too fucking beautiful, Kira," he purred, skimming his lips across her ear.

"Oh goddess," she breathed.

Kira leaned back into him, feeling the hard length of his erection throbbing against her lower back through his trousers.

Every rational thought she had left about contracts and limits and careful distance was dissolving at the edges, burning away under the heat of his hands and his mouth and the impossible fact of him wanting her like this.

He had never touched her with this kind of intention before. And her traitorous heart and body were both aching for him.

His hands moved to her hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of her leggings, easing them down slowly until they pooled at her feet.

Kira stepped out of the fabric, now standing before him in only her black bra and lacy knickers.

He turned her to face him, lifting one hand to cup her breast and circling her nipple through the thin material with his thumb.

The sensation shot through her, sharp and immediate. Her nipples tightened against the material, and a small, satisfied smile touched the corner of his mouth at the sound she made.

He introduced a second finger to the motion, rolling and tweaking the stiffened peak until her breasts felt heavy and aching and she was gripping his forearms to stay upright.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify