Lycan Prince’s Secret Baby (Moonlit Forbidden Love #1)

Chapter 11

Leah

The moment Kyle’s lips brushed against mine, a rush of heat ignited deep within me, overwhelming all restraint. The carefully managed estrus that my medication had suppressed surged to life, a wild thrum that coursed through my veins, raw and demanding. It was as if every nerve ending had suddenly awakened, electrified by the warmth of his breath and pine scent. My fingers caressed the sharp edge of his chiseled jaw, tracing the hint of stubble.

My hands traveled up into his short hair. A low, primal sound rumbled from his throat as my fingertips grazed his scalp, resonating deep within me and making my toes curl.

I didn’t want to come up for air. Anxiety coursed through me that when I did, he’d draw back. But…air. Gasping it in, my eyes found his—those mesmerizing, emerald-green pools—and they seared with demand. The fire in his gaze spoke volumes, flickering with a primal claim that his gruff voice confirmed as he rasped, “You’re mine.”

In the dim lamplight of the office, the walls danced with shadows, casting an intimate glow over Kyle’s handsome face. A delightful challenge danced in his expression, daring me to defy him, but after his admission that the most afraid he’d been when he thought I wouldn’t wake up, my defiant spirit had melted away. I wanted to give myself to him completely. My lips burned with the reminder of what it was to give into the fire in his stare. I wanted us to burn together.

Desire surged through me as I sensed that all his restraint had crumbled away. Left in front of me was my mate, currently more wolf than man, and damn was that sexy. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, each exhale urgent and raw. The tension in his broad shoulder and chest mirrored mine. It was as if our wolves were staring one another down, waiting to see who would be the first to strike.

More heat engulfed me, flooding every inch of my being. The ache in my core intensified, a sweet, relentless thrum that rose like vapor pouring off the forest. My skin hummed with the need to be touched by him, and damp warmth pooled between my thighs.

Kyle’s pupils dilated, hazy and lustful. He moved first. His mouth devoured mine again—fierce and possessive—each kiss marking me as his. Each thrust of his tongue against mine sent shivers spiraling through my body, every nerve alight with anticipation. He traced down the curve of my neck, teasing and licking until a soft moan escaped me. My trust in him opened up, and I arched my neck, a reflection of how he’d bared his heart to me with his confession.

With a deftness that both thrilled and startled me, he stripped away the layers of clothing separating us—my shirt, vest, and bra—revealing my skin to the cool air, a sharp contrast to the molten heat between us.

I thought of how he’d made a treasure of my shirt this last month, taking it out to keep my scent close to him, and my affection for him burgeoned. I thrilled at the realization that this was finally happening. My heart pounded as his fervid stare raked my breasts, trailing down my ribcage to my flat stomach.

His nostrils flared as his devouring stare seemed to say he wanted more. A smile flickered across my lips, a sense of liberation coursing through my veins—as I dared him to come and take what he wanted. As he reveled in the sight of me, my heart rattled in my ribcage, drumming in anticipation of what was coming.

Desire vibrated through me. I wanted to feast on the sight of his naked body, too. My fingers deftly found the hem of his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against mine. As I freed him of his shirt, I marveled at his sculpted muscles, the defined contours of each pectoral and the hard lines of his abs, all a testament to the warrior he was. I pressed my lips against his chest, tasting the salty warmth of his skin. A groan rumbled from Kyle’s throat, vibrating through me as my mouth hungrily licked and kissed more of him. A rush of delirium shot through me as my hands greedily swept over his chest and shoulders, knowing I’d never get enough of him. My hands itched to uncover more of him.

But again, Kyle owned the moment, peeling away my jeans, then knickers with a swift motion. I wriggled out of my socks and shoes until the cool air kissed my newly bared skin. Suddenly, I was naked, every inch of me exposed to his gaze. The heady look of hunger that flickered over his face made my knees weak, excitement and trepidation swooping in my belly.

He swept me into his arms and brought me over to his desk strewn with papers and notes. Remembering how I’d passed out here the last time, unease wound through me. Would the fulfillment we’d been chasing be snatched away from us again? But as my eyes found Kyle’s, I knew we were about to be given the fulfillment we’d craved for months.

His mouth found my breasts, teasing and sucking my nipples. My back arched involuntarily at the promise of bliss, heat vibrating through my body as I turned molten beneath his touch. In an instant, Kyle found the sweet spot between my legs and pushed a finger inside, a purposeful slowness in his touch. My breath hitched, and the only sound I seemed capable of was a heady moan as pleasure ratcheted through my body. His eyes raked over my face, watching intently, and I gasped again as he eased in a second finger, stretching me open and pushing me closer to the edge.

With how long I’d been waiting for him and the way my body was so tightly coiled, I felt it—the familiar wave ready to crash over me. My body responded instinctively, spiraling toward its climax. “Kyle!” I cried, the name tumbling from my lips like a desperate invocation.

The sound of a zipper echoed in the dim light, dragging me back from the precipice I’d tumbled over. As he slipped off his jeans, my heavy-lidded eyes took in all of Kyle’s tanned body—his impressive chest, the sharp dip of his hips, and the undeniable thickness of his cock. For a moment, trepidation moved through me. With it being my first time, part of me wondered if Kyle’s impressive girth would be too much. But the sight sent a thrill through me, too, and I opened my legs wider, silently demanding to have all of him.

When he entered me, the groan of satisfaction that rumbled from his throat was almost enough to send me over the edge again. His cock was like nothing I’d ever known—a delicious stretch that was almost overwhelming. There was a sting of pain, but this blissful pleasure blotted it out. Soon, I cried out again, feeling exquisitely full as he sank deeper, the shock of sensation engulfing me for a moment. With expert fingers, Kyle slowly circled my clit, bringing more and more feeling into my body. Each flush of heat and pleasure threatened to undo me.

As Kyle began to move, a rhythm established between us, the rest of the world melting away. With each thrust, the intensity of his need merged with mine, and I felt us traveling toward the crescendo together. I thought of all the times we’d been pulled into that magnetic current with one another, and I knew this had always been inevitable. This push and pull between us was always meant to be sated in this way. And then, with an animalistic growl, he found his release within me. My inner walls squeezed around him as a final orgasm ripped through me, fusing us anew.

Time slowed as I came down from the high, savoring the intimate feel of Kyle’s relaxed and sated body pressed against mine. His sweat-kissed skin clung to me, and the scent of him—warm pine mixed with the musk of desire—encased me.

But then, I sensed his body tense. When he drew back, the sweet euphoria faded as shock washed over his features.

Stark clarity returned as he pulled out of me. He looked at me, confusion threading through his gaze. “Leah, I—I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

The words hit me like ice. “What do you mean—didn’t mean for that to happen?” I swallowed the hard lump in my throat, defiance falling over me like armor. “What about all the things you said?”

“It was the heat of the moment,” Kyle said, his tone an uncomfortable mix of regret and resolve. “It was your estrus, clouding both of our judgment,” he argued, the coldness of his words striking deep and reminiscent of Healer Maria’s warnings.

But I wasn’t about to let him hide behind my being in heat as the only reason for this happening.

“I’ve been taking medication to suppress the estrus,” I argued, hastily rising from the desk and reaching for my discarded clothes. “This didn’t happen just because of the estrus. This happened because of what we are to one another.”

The damn restraint I thought had shattered when he’d finally confessed his feelings fortified his face again. He shoved his underwear on and hastily stuffed his legs back into his jeans. “

Well, it sure felt like the estrus symptoms,” he argued, “those we got caught up in before.” He gritted his jaw. “Maybe you forgot to take the medication.”

“What? No,” I shook my head vehemently, but my stomach bottomed out. I froze for a moment, stilling as I fastened my bra.

I wouldn’t have come here had I not been protected from the estrus symptoms. The entire point of my visiting Kyle tonight had been to prove that I was in control, and I’d taken back control of my life. But then, if I had taken my medication today, why had I lost control so quickly? Doubt had gotten a foothold in me. What if I had forgotten to take my pills earlier?

But Kyle’s accusatory tone, as if this was all my fault after the intimacy we’d just shared, meant I didn’t share my doubts. With my underwear back on, I pulled my vest top and jeans on, my skin prickling with anger at the icy coldness he was treating me with—as if I’d tricked him somehow.

With my fury searing through my bloodstream, I voiced it, “Yes, I forgot, of course, it was me. The Blood Moon tricked you. Otherwise, why else would a noble Moonlight like you say what you did to a lowly slave like me?”

Kyle glowered as he pulled on his shirt, apparently too furious to say anything.

I focused on getting my socks back on and pulling them into my shoes as my heart hammered against my chest.

When I stood up, Kyle’s expression had become a fortress. The softness that we’d shared moments ago seemed like an illusion. “Well, now I’m saying without the estrus affecting my judgment, stay away from me.”

My heart bled at the look of coldness washing over his face. How could this be the same man who had gazed at me with such hunger minutes ago?

“Done,” I said, hurrying to the door, my feet pounding down the hall as if I couldn’t get away fast enough. My heart punched at my chest, my wolf howling as we both realized that this time, the hurt Kyle had caused us was deep and devastating.