Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Fûck Me

Derek drained the last of the whiskey from his glass, the burn of it sliding down his throat as the alcohol he had been steadily pouring into himself all night finally began to take proper hold. Leo snarled and prowled restlessly beneath his skin, the beast’s agitation clawing at him with no clear reason. It had been three days since the ugly scene with Lara and Milo, and Kira had still not left her room or spoken to a single soul. She had shut herself away completely, and Derek could not understand why the silence bothered him so much.

Because you need this marriage to look real enough for the people of Dravengard if you want to keep that throne in a few months, he reminded himself sharply. Yet the thought rang hollow. He hadn’t truly let his "wife" occupy his mind since the wedding night, yet over the last seventy-two hours, she had invaded his mind far more often than he cared to admit.

For a fleeting moment, he wondered if the unfamiliar tightness in his chest was guilt over what had happened recently. He shoved the feeling down hard. This marriage had never been an accident; he had a plan, and he intended to see it through and nothing more. He was only bothered because Nana would inevitably start prying again if the Queen remained a hermit.

He pushed open the door to his bedroom, already braced for another night of restless sleep. Derek could not remember the last time he had slept deeply. He shrugged off his suit jacket, fingers moving automatically over the buttons of his shirt as he crossed the room toward the adjoining door that separated his bedroom from Kira’s. He paused there, straining to catch even the smallest sound from the other side, but the silence was absolute. He lifted his hand to knock, exactly as he had done the previous two nights, then let it fall.

Leo let out a frustrated growl in his head as Derek turned toward the en suite shower. His beast had developed a baffling fixation on Kira’s spirit, and Derek wasn’t ready to unpack what that meant. He had only taken a few steps when a soft knock sounded on the adjoining door.

Derek paused, his shirt hanging half-open. "Come in."

The door swung open and Kira stepped inside, wrapped in a thin silk night robe that clung to every curve of her body. The warm lamplight caught the delicate fabric, rendering it almost translucent and revealing the soft outline of her form beneath. She closed the door behind her with a quiet click and lifted her gaze to meet his without flinching.

Leo howled with sudden, raw excitement as her familiar jasmine scent drifted across the room, sweet and warm and wrapping around Derek like a caress. Something tight in Derek’s chest loosened by a fraction as he stared at the woman standing before him. There was a defiant glint in her eyes, bold and challenging, and he found himself wondering exactly what she was playing at, coming to him at this hour.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, keeping his tone deliberately casual, as though he had not spent the past three days fighting the urge to seek her out. "Have you finally decided to move into this room?"

"Fuck me," she said bluntly.

Derek froze, completely thrown. His fingers stilled on the final button of his shirt.

"You’re my husband," Kira continued, her voice steady. "It’s time you started doing what husbands do."

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