Chapter 315
Chapter 315:
His hand slid from the headrest to the back of my neck, his long fingers tangling in my hair to tip my head up. His mouth crashed down on mine in a bruising, violently possessive kiss, swallowing my questions and devouring my breath.
Adelina POV
The heavy doors of the Rolls-Royce Phantom sealed us in a rolling fortress of hushed luxury. The suffocating, intoxicating scent of Kain’s ancient cedar filled every inch of the cabin, wrapping around me like a physical weight. I stared out the tinted window, my heart still racing from the dinner with Jaxon.
I needed to rebuild the wall between us. The lines of our Mating Contract were blurring too fast, and as a wolfless woman, keeping my distance was my only defense against a Lycan King.
𝗥𝘦𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗅аtе𝘀𝘵 𝘁𝘳𝘦𝗻𝖽𝘴 𝘰𝗇
“You played the doting mate perfectly tonight,” I murmured, forcing a light, casual tone as I turned to look at him. “I think you finally convinced the entire continent to forget those… rumors about your lifestyle. Your secret is safe p>
The air in the cabin instantly turned to ice. Kain’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked beneath his skin. He reached forward and pressed a button on the console. The thick privacy partition glided up with a soft hum, completely isolating us from the driver.
Before I could even take a breath, he moved.
He lunged across the seat, his massive frame caging me against the soft leather. His mouth crashed down on mine in a punishing, violently possessive kiss. His hand slid from my neck down to my waist, hauling my hips flush against his. A violent spark of electricity shot through my veins, making my toes curl. There was absolutely no room for doubt about his physical state—the hard, undeniable evidence of his arousal pressed flush against my stomach.
I whimpered helplessly against his lips, completely overwhelmed by his strength.
He pulled back just a fraction of an inch, his breathing ragged. “Do you still think I need a breeder to hide my lifestyle, Adelina?” he growled, his voice a dark, guttural vibration that shook my very bones.
I was too stunned to speak. The core misunderstanding I had clung to was shattered in a single, undeniable heartbeat.
The car jerked to a halt in the private sub-level garage of Blackstone Tower. Kain didn’t give me a second to recover. The moment his door opened, his iron-clad grip wrapped around my wrist, hauling me out of the car and dragging me toward the private biometric elevator.
“Kain, wait—” I gasped, stumbling over my heels.
He shoved me into the elevator, pressing me flat against the cold steel wall. “I am interested in women,” he snarled, his nose brushing the sensitive skin of my neck as he inhaled my scent deeply. “Specifically, you p>
The doors slid open to the penthouse den. He didn’t wait for me to walk. He scooped me into his arms like a predator carrying its prize back to its lair, strode down the hallway, kicked open the heavy wooden door of the master bedroom, and tossed me onto the center of the massive mattress.