Lilith's POV
That night, I stood outside Kieran's door, my arms full of textbooks, my fingers hovering just inches from the wood.
My heartbeat was so loud I swore it would crack my ribs.
I know what'll happen if I go in--last night's chaos is still fresh, my skin tingling with the memory of his hands.
But if I don't, he'll storm my room, and nothing will change.
I bite my lip and knock softly.
"Come in."
His low voice vibrates through the door. My fingers tremble as I push it open.
Kieran's in an armchair by his desk, robe loose, exposing his chiseled chest.
His eyes lock on me, intense, like a wolf sizing up prey.
"Come here."
I clutched my books tighter, inching forward. The second I was within reach, he pulled me onto his lap.
"Study," he ordered, his arms banding around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. His breath ghosted over my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I grip my pen, trying to focus.
I tried. Really, I did.
But his hand starts wandering. It slides over my stomach, fingers grazing my inner thigh.
I shudder, my pen scratching a jagged line across the page.
"Focus," he chuckles against my ear, but his fingers lift my nightgown, stroking my waist.
I hold my breath, trying to ignore him, until his hand cups my breast.
"Mmph..." A soft sound escapes, my pen clattering onto the desk.
The thin fabric's no barrier. He touches me, his thumb deliberately brushing against me.
"Kieran..." My voice shakes as I try to pull away, but he holds me tighter.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs, hot breath warming my ear.
Shame floods me. I shrink into him, but he lifts my gown, exposing my skin.
Then he lowers his mouth.
"Ah!" The warmth makes me go limp, my mind blank.
I grab his hair to push him off, but my hands are weak.
He chuckles, shifting his attention. When he finally pulls back, I can barely catch my breath.
Before I can recover, his lips crash onto mine, his kiss hungry and consuming.
I melted into it, dizzy, until I felt it--
The hard length pressing against my ass.
"No--!" I shoved at his chest, panting. "I have school tomorrow--"
He didn't stop, but he didn't push further.
"I'll be quick," he promised.
I should've fought harder.
But I didn't.
"Mmm...ahh..." A jolt runs through me. I bite my lip to stay quiet, but he grabs my chin, turning me for a kiss.
His movements rock me, the chair creaking, mixing with soft sounds and my whimpers.
His hands touch my skin, his teeth graze my neck.
I'm a boat in a storm, tossed by his rhythm.
"Quick" turns into an hour.
In the bathroom, he washes me. I glare, muttering, "Liar..."
Something sparks in his eyes. He kisses me hard, voice rough. "Don't look at me like that."
I shut my eyes, lashes brushing his palm.
His stifled groan tells me he's holding back, this devil of an Alpha fighting his urges.
***
The next few nights, I slept in his bed.
His arms lock around my naked waist, my back pressed to his burning chest.
Half-asleep, I feel his lips graze my neck, a silent claim.
Weekends were worse.
He'd keep me in bed all afternoon, my protests meaning nothing--he turned me to liquid with just a touch.
Even studying wasn't safe.
He'd drag me into his office, sit me beside him--only to pull me into his lap minutes later, kissing me breathless.
Then? Bed. Always.
I was exhausted.
So when Kieran holds me and says he's leaving for a meeting with another pack, my foggy brain snaps awake, eyes lighting up.
He narrows his gaze, swinging a long leg over me, pinning me down.
He grabs my chin, forcing eye contact. "Maybe I should take you with me."
I panic, shaking my head. "No."
He leans closer, lips brushing mine, unyielding. Afraid he'll change his mind, I open my mouth, my tongue hesitantly meeting his.
It sets him off. A low groan rumbles in his throat, and he shifts over me.
"K-Kieran--" I squirmed. "School tomorrow--"
Usually, that worked.
Not tonight.
"Please," I begged, voice breaking. "Just...hurry."
