My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 448

Chapter 448: Chapter 448 NOT YET

KIERAN’S POV

The kiss deepened, and I gave in to it completely, letting the hunger and desire override the terror I felt when Sera stood tall and offered herself to the room full of power-hungry Alphas.

Her fingers were still curled in my shirt when I pulled her closer, my hand tightening at her waist as if there was even a fraction of a chance she might slip away if I didn’t hold on hard enough.

I devoured her, relishing her taste, her feel, the soft, whimpering sound she made when I bit on her lower lip.

The sound went straight to my groin, hardening my cock.

A low, rough sound left my throat as I broke the kiss just enough to breathe, my forehead pressing against hers.

Every breath we shared was heavy, charged with the electricity that sparked between us.

I turned her in my arms, her back pressing into my chest as my hand slid up along her side, feeling the rapid, unsteady rise and fall of her breath, the warmth of her through the fabric of her dress.

Her head tipped to the side, giving me space without hesitation.

My lips found her neck, eliciting a sharp inhale—another maddening sound that went straight south.

I pressed another kiss to the sensitive spot just below her ear, slower this time, savoring the way her body responded to every inch of contact—her skin heating up even as goosebumps rose across her flesh.

“You looked phenomenal in this today,” I murmured against her skin, my voice roughened by everything building inside me.

My fingers traced the line of the zipper at the back of her dress, pausing for half a second before I added, quieter, “But I like it better off you.”

She let out a stuttered breath that might have been a laugh. “You’re so cheesy.”

The words barely left her mouth before they broke apart, dissolving into a soft moan that trembled at the edges as my lips returned to her neck, lingering this time, drawing out the reaction I knew I would get.

Her head fell back against my shoulder as my hand moved, sliding the zipper down slowly, the soft sound loud in the quiet room as the fabric loosened beneath my fingers.

Her breath hitched again as I pushed the dress from her shoulders, watching as it slipped, inch by inch, until it pooled at her feet. Her bra quickly followed, leaving her bare beneath my hands.

For a moment, I didn’t move. I let myself look at the woman before me.

At the strength in her, the softness layered beneath it, the way she stood there without hesitation, without uncertainty, completely herself in a way that still caught me off guard, no matter how many times I saw it.

Mine.

My hands found her again, sliding over her sides, pulling her back against me. She let out a sharp gasp that synced with my low groan when her ass pressed against my stiff cock.

The sound quickly turned into a breathy moan when my fingers found her pebbled nipples and gave them a sharp tug.

“Kieran,” she gasped, her ass pressing harder into me.

My head dropped to her neck, my groan muffled by her feverish skin.

Her hands found my arms, gripping, grounding herself even as she gave in to the pull between us.

I turned her again, needing to see her face, needing to catch every flicker of emotion, every reaction that crossed it.

Her eyes were half-lidded, darkened to a stunning shade of cobalt, and her kiss-swollen lips were parted like an invitation.

My lips covered hers again, deeper this time, more demanding, and she answered immediately, her hands moving over me, pushing my jacket from my shoulders, then my shirt.

She pushed me back toward the bed, and I went without resistance, my gaze never leaving hers as she followed, closing the distance again like she had no intention of letting me breathe without her.

Good.

Because I didn’t want to. Never.

I caught her wrist before she could push me back, turning us again so that I was the one guiding her down this time, my hands firm but not forceful.

She landed on the bed with a breathless yelp, her breasts bouncing from the movement.

For a moment, I just stood there, devouring her with my eyes—a feast made just for me.

“Fucking beautiful,” I whispered as I lowered myself over her, claiming her mouth again.

She arched into me, her arms wrapping around my neck to pull me closer.

My lips trailed from her mouth, down along her jaw, her throat, each touch slower than the last, reverent, worshipping.

Every breath, every whimper, every moan drove me further, pushed me closer to the edge of madness.

“Kieran...” My name left her in an unsteady breath.

I looked up at her, meeting her gaze, and whatever she saw there made something in her expression change—soften, deepen, turn into something that matched exactly what I was feeling.

“I’m right here,” I murmured, my hand coming up to brush her cheek, grounding both of us in something more than just the heat.

Her fingers curled into my arm again, anchoring herself as I closed the distance between us once more, pulling her fully against me.

Everything waiting for us beyond these walls faded.

Right now, there was only this.

Only her.

Only us.

Only the undeniable, unshakable certainty settling deep in my chest as I held her, as I felt her respond to me and I to her.

She wasn’t just with me because of circumstance.

She wasn’t just my partner in battle, my equal in the storm we were walking into.

She was mine.

My Luna.

My forehead rested against hers as we both caught our breath, the intensity between us still thrumming, still alive, still building.

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