Housebound with the Blackridge Heirs novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Maya

I couldn’t sleep.

Tomorrow was the meeting with the Council, and every time I closed my eyes I saw sterile white rooms, locks, the memory of electricity burning under my skin. My heart kept racing like it was trying to outrun the sunrise.

Caden hadn’t come to bed either. That made it worse. The sheets on his side were cold, the pillow still carrying the faint trace of his scent, and the bond between us felt stretched thin and aching.

I gave up around 2:40 a.m., slipped out from the bed, then checked on Leo briefly, and padded barefoot down the stairs. I just wanted water. Or warm milk. Anything to quiet the buzzing in my veins.

The living room was dim, only moonlight spilling through the tall windows. And there he was.

Caden was sprawled in the oversized leather armchair like a king who’d lost his crown and didn’t care. One leg hooked over the armrest, the other stretched out, bare chest rising slow and heavy.

Sweatpants hung low on his hips, the deep of

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muscle disappearing beneath the waistband. A half- empty glass of whiskey dangled from his fingers.

His eyes opened the second my foot touched the bottom step. Electric blue in the dark.

“Thought I felt you pacing inside my skull,” he said, voice rough with sleeplessness and want.

I hugged my arms around myself, suddenly aware I was only wearing his T-shirt and nothing else. “Couldn’t sleep. Tomorrow…”

“I know what tomorrow is.” He set the glass on the floor without looking and crooked a finger. “Come here, baby.”

I knew that tone. I knew that look in his eyes.

He wanted me. And gosh, I wanted him too. But there was a hint of reluctance.

“Caden, the others-”

“Are upstairs. And I’m right here.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, gaze pinning me in place. “I’m done pretending I’m fine with only scraps of you. Tonight you’re mine. All mine. Let them see.”

The last three words came out a growl that vibrated straight between my thighs.

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I should have said no. Should have reminded him Leo was still fragile, that Tylon would probably tear the room apart if he smelled this tomorrow. Instead my feet carried me across the room until I stood between his spread legs.

He didn’t ask again. Big hands gripped my hips and yanked me down so I straddled his lap, the leather cool against my bare skin. The hard ridge of him pressed exactly where I needed, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped.

“Block them,” he ordered against my throat, teeth scraping the mark he’d already left there months ago. “Close the bonds, Maya. Or they’ll feel every second of this.”

I tried. I swear I tried. I pictured walls of ice, silver chains, anything to muffle the storm building inside me. But the second his mouth closed over my nipple through the thin shirt my concentration shattered.

He shoved the fabric up to my collarbone, tongue swirling, teeth biting just hard enough to make me jerk against him. One hand slid between us, fingers pushing inside me without warning, curling and stroking.

“Soaked already,” he growled, pumping slow and ruthless. “This pretty little pussy knows who it belongs to, even if the rest of you is confused”

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I clutched his shoulders, head falling back, hips rocking shamelessly into his hand. Every thrust of his fingers sent sparks up my spine. I felt the bonds flare-Leo’s sleepy confusion, Tylon’s sudden sharp hunger-but I couldn’t clamp them down.

Caden’s thumb found my clit and circled hard.

“Let them feel it,” he snarled. “Let them wake up hard and aching knowing I’m the one making you fall apart.”

I came with a choked cry, clenching around his fingers, nails digging into his skin. He didn’t give me time to breathe-just stood, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and carried me to the couch.

My back hit the cushions and he was on me, mouth devouring mine, cock dragging against my slick heat through the thin fabric of his sweats.

‘Need you inside me,’ I sent through the bond before I could stop myself.

His control snapped.

His sweatpants were gone in one rough shove. He pushed my knees to my chest and drove into me in a single brutal thrust. I screamed into his shoulder, the stretch perfect and overwhelming.

He fucked me like punishment and worship at once -deep, grinding strokes that hit every sensitive

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place inside me, his hand fisted in my hair, forcing me to look at him.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice feral. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I sobbed, legs trembling. “Always yours.”

Something dark flashed behind his eyes. For one impossible heartbeat a different hunger surged through the bond-not just his. A wild, greedy pulse that wanted more hands, more mouths, more wolves claiming me at once.

I felt it echo inside my chest, a savage, feminine growl that wasn’t entirely mine. Aelera? Astrid? I couldn’t tell. The thought vanished as fast as it came, but Caden felt it too.

His rhythm faltered. Something raw and furious twisted his face.

He slammed into me harder, faster, one hand wrapping around my throat-not squeezing, just holding like owning. The pace turned violent, almost cruel, like he could fuck the other bonds right out of me.

I came again, harder, as tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, and he followed with a guttural roar, spilling deep, hips jerking long after he was

spent.

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For a moment he stayed buried his face in my neck, breathing me in, the bond between us singing bright and fierce.

Then the silence crashed in.

He pulled out slowly, almost gently, but when he looked at me his eyes were… empty. Cold in a way that terrified me more than his anger ever had.

“Caden?”

He stood, yanked his sweats up, and grabbed his duffel from the corner-the one he’d packed for

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