Chapter 4
Chapter 4:
“Have you… have you slept with the cursed girl?” she asked, her voice heavy with disgust, as though the very utterance of those words was an abomination.
My mother looked as though she might vomit from the bitterness of what she had just said.
I kept silent, ignoring her careless assumption. But no matter how hard my skin burned from Amira’s touch, it had only ever happened once.
The memory flashed before my eyes as I recalled what it had felt like being with her. Her soft skin, her eyes glazed with helpless pleasure and desire.
I had found her standing by the armoire in the soldiers’ quarters, where all the weapons were kept. She hadn’t heard or seen me enter; her back was arched as I watched her struggle to pry open the armoire.
“You can’t tell me it’s that difficult to pull open an ordinary piece of metal,” I said jokingly, knowing even the weakest of wolves could open a metal drawer.
She turned to me, her eyes wide with fear. Yet, even though I could tell she was just as affected by my presence as I was by hers, she still revered me because of the difference in our positions.
I allowed my eyes to glide over her form in the maid’s uniform. It fell just below her knee, still doing nothing to hide her curves. I looked at her beautiful face, her full lips, and sharp green eyes that pierced my thoughts with shadows of need.
Was it just me, or did she drive me this crazy? The fear in her eyes told me that my ravenous desire was clear in my gaze. I couldn’t hide how I felt, how she made me feel. Even in that moment, I could feel my heart beating erratically.
“Stand still,” I ordered. I saw her petite frame freeze as she lowered her eyes to the floor. There was nothing to search for there, but still, her gaze remained fixed on an invisible spot on the brown and cream-tiled floor.
I moved toward her slowly, pausing a few steps away. I put my index finger under her chin and tilted it upward until her face was in my line of sight, though her eyes stayed lowered.
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I let my eyes roam down her beautifully sculpted face, her long dark lashes, her full, succulent lips that made me clench my jaw, struggling for control. She was my mate, and every part of my body resonated with that fact.
I tilted her face further toward mine, until I was just seconds away from her lips, and then I kissed her. The moment our lips collided, but she was already too deep to realize that she burned with the exact same desire that I did.
I lifted her into my arms, pulling her legs around me as I ravaged every taste of her succulent lips.
My hands traced the very pulse that resonated through her entire body, and she didn’t resist me. Instead, she dived deeper into my touch and my kiss.
It was careless of us, but I gently placed her down on the beautiful red and white carpet, which bore the insignia of our pack—a crested moon with a white glow around it. On that very floor, I made love to her in a way I had never made love to any woman I had ever met.
In that moment, our worlds seemed to merge. Our hearts were one, our thoughts were one, our desires were one. Everything that made us who we were melded in that single instant, creating what fate wanted us to be… fated mates.
I turned away from my mother and walked away from her. I found Adrian in the living room, seated on the sofa. His entire face was bruised, and his jaw was swollen from the beating I had given him.