From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 387

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Chapter 387 Kiss Me, Cassian

Chapter 387 Kiss Me, Cassian

CASSIAN.

Her lips parted on a moan, strawberry and heat thick in the air, her scent winding through my lungs until it felt like I was breathing her instead of oxygen. She looked like a goddess spread open for us

Dorian’s hand moved with slow confidence, like he had all the time in the world to explore her.

My cock twitched, but the desire came tangled with something sharper. Fear, I’d lost control once. After that, the gloves went on.

What if Amber had been right, and I really was just a monster? Too broken and unlovable.

“You’re so fucking, beautiful, Zara.”

My pulse thudded in my ears as I dragged a hand through my damp hair. I was terrified of hurting her. Terrified of her fearing me. Of the possibility I’d drive yet another woman away.

I wouldn’t survive that loss twice.

My hands flexed at my sides, bare and unfamiliar without the leather barrier I’d worn for decades. Gloves meant control. Distance. Protection.

From me.

She knew what we were-at least some of it. I didn’t know how much Dorian had told her about our kind. about the things that lived under our skin. But she wasn’t running. She was choosing to stay. If she could be brave enough to face monsters and not run, I could try to be brave enough not to be one.

‘You’ve already touched her without gloves,

Shadow reminded me.

I went still.

He was right. I had touched her when she was in the throes of a night terror. I had soothed her.

She is ours. Do it.’

Fear and want twisted together in my chest until I couldn’t tell which one was winning.

Her emerald eyes found mine, heavy-lidded, glazed with pleasure. Her breathing filled the kitchen. shallow and uneven. Every inhale pulled me closer, whether I meant to move or not.

Fuck.

That was the most dangerous part.

The allure that was Zara Voss.

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Chapter 387 Kiss Me, Cassian

“I don’t have my gloves on, darling” My voice was rough around the edges. “But desperately want to touch you.

“I won’t let you lose control,” Dorian said.

I glanced at my brother, his face glistening with her arousal. I looked at him really looked at him sadis steady confidence in his expression. The silent promise that if I slipped, he would catch both of us helbre we hit the ground.

That kind of confidence was why he was the alpha of our hive, Trust was not given lightly in our world but there was no one I trusted more than Dorian.

I ran my hands through my hair again and gave him a nod.

Her eyes searched mine, her breathing harder now, ragged. I could smell how close to the edge she was her arousal thick in the air, sweet and intoxicating, threading through my senses and testing every inch of my restraint.

I stepped forward, then reached out and touched along her jaw. A feather-light motion, just to test myself. Relief and awe tangled in my chest so hard it almost hurt. I was still in control. She closed her eyes, a soft sound leaving her as I became bolder with my advances.

My thumb traced the curve of her cheek, down the line of her throat, feeling the way her pulse fluttered beneath my touch. Every reaction she gave me hit like a spark straight to the bloodstream, heat coiling low and tight, but I held the leash short.

I had to.

Her lips parted on a shaky breath, and the quiet between us thickened, charged, like the air before a storm finally breaks. She wasn’t pulling away. She was leaning in, trusting me. Wanting this. Wanting me. Relief and hunger warred in my chest.

I brushed my fingers into her hair, slow and deliberate, giving her time to stop me. She didn’t. If anything, she tilted her face toward my hand, chasing the contact. Another soft, unsteady sound slipped from her, cracking straight through my control.

My fingers grazed along her pouty lips. She parted them, her tongue following the path my fingers took. “I should have kissed you when I had the chance.” I shook my head. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

She laughed breathily as Dorian went back to work, stroking her cunt, and her laugh melted into a moan.

I swallowed hard, my voice rough with need.

“I want to kiss you now. But I don’t have control over my fangs,” I murmured, even as my hand slid to the front of her neck, holding her there-not tight, just enough that she knew how serious I was.

Her pulse jumped against my palm.

Fuck. I liked holding her like this.

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