The Alpha's Borrowed Luna (Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 83

The book felt unusually heavy in my hands as Kains reached up to the bookshelf, his fingers tracing along the spines before pulling out a dark leather bound volume. He settled more comfortably beside me, his amber eyes fixed on my face with an intensity that made my skin heat. I glanced at the title again–Barbara Fantasies and a sense of foreboding washed over me.

“Why this book specifically? I could read you something else instead.

Kalus gave me a knowing smile. “No, I want this book, our favourite

“You are

e really g going to d this to

to me, Kaius?” 1 know my cheeks we already flushing.

Yes. That’s the plan. There was no mistaking the amusement in his older,

1 leafed through the pages hesitantly, painfully aware of how close he was, how his warmth seeped into my side. “What passage d

you want to listen to?”

do

“You pick, he offered magnanimously, though his expression told me he was enjoying my discomfort.

I turned to a random page, scanning the text quickly before turning to another, then another. Each passage seemed more explicit

than the last.

“That one, I like that one,” Kalus said, his finger tapping the page where my finger had paused.

took a deep breath and began to read, my voice barely above a whisper..

“Besides alphas and betas, I also dated another lower–ranked werewolf, and that was Liam. Liam wasn’t as innocent as I thought him to be when we were in bed. He was going to try a different technique, fisting–he called it. I was a very naughty girl, and so I could make a wild guess, it wouldn’t be my first time getting a fist from a guy but I was soon to find out how pleasurable he could make

this,”

I paused, my throat suddenly dry, Kaius’s eyes remained fixed on me, his gaze now holding a heat that had nothing to do with

amusement.

With extreme reluctance, I continued.

“He had me all wet and ready, and I couldn’t deny our little foreplay was more interesting than most. He lubricated his hands with my wetness….

“Kaius, please, I really can’t go on. I closed the book, mortification burning through me.

“Is my princess shy?” he asked, his voice dropping to a deeper regists that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Yes, 1 qan shy; can I stop

stop reading now?” I pleaded, unable to meet his eyes.

“No,” he said simply, reopening the book to

o the passage I’d abandoned.

Please,” I whispered, acutely aware of how my body was responding to the words I’d read, to his proximity, to the intensity of his

gaze.

His hand moved to my cheek, turning my face toward his. “Maybe we could get practical; I can smell your want even n

The book slipped from my fingers as he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle given the heat in his eyes. When he pulled back, there was a question in his e–a request for permission that I hadn’t expected.

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Chapter 82

“You are going to… fist me?” asked, temembering the

ar passage from the book, both terrified and curious.

Kaius chuckleil, the sound low and rich. “No, I don’T Think you are reply for

Relief and a strange disappointment usingled within me. “I’m not?”

His eyes held mine as he reached for a lower in the bedside table.received a gift from Frost a while ago; I had been waiting for the right time to use those beautiful halls, perhaps nove?”

“What would that be? My curiosity overcame my embarrassment.

Kaius pulled out a small velvet pouch, opening it to reveal a set of smooths, metallic spheres of graduated sizes, connected by a

delicate chain.

“And with you completely nude, it makes this a lot easier. Let’s check how ready you are,” he murmured, his hand sliding beneath the sheets that still covered me.

I gasped as his fingers found me, already embarrassingly slick with desire. “Kalus, please…”

“Patience. little one,” he commanded softly, yet his touch was anything but gentle now. His fingers weren’t just exploring, they were mapping, pressing, delving with an assuredness that bordered invasive, yet felt utterly right. One finger dipped inside, testing my readiness, while his thumb found the swollen nub of my it, applying firm, rhythmic pressure that sent jolts of électricity through my entire system.

I bit down hard on my lip, tasting copper, trying desperately to stifle the moan clawing its way up my throat. My hips instinctively arched off the bed, seeking more friction, more of his devastating touch.

He withdrew his hand briefly, and I heard the sound of the spheres clinking together. Then his touch returned, something cool and firm pressing gently against me.

“Exquisite,” he breathed, his eyes fixed on the juncture of my thighs as he guided the sphere inward. The cool metal slid against my scorching heat, a shocking contrast that made me shudder. It breached my entrance, a slow invasion. Then the second, slightly larger, stretching me further, filling me in a way that was both foreign and intensely arousing. The third followed, pressing deeper, creating a profound sense of weighted fullness within me.

“How does this feel?” Kaius asked, his voice thick with desire even at his expression remained controlled.